I'm a list person...

I really think I should start a running list of the things I want to do when I get a brand new fresh amazing body, in other words, when I get resurrected. You know, I actually think about that a lot, and I think having a body in good working order with everything pristine and perfect will be completely distracting for at least the first few decades. I think we will all be surprised at how many things we have always thought were inherent flaws, personality quirks, etc are actually just a physiological side effect of something being not quite right. It's like how when your kids are just so sad, or so cantankerous, or frazzled about anything and everything, and you KNOW that the problem actually is that they need sleep, but they just can't see how easily their seemingly unrelated problems could be fixed if they would just go to bed, or take their nap! I think our bodies are the same way. We don't even realize that we are not feeling tip top and our physical state is hampering our ability to deal with stuff. So maybe that guy that's always grumpy will wake up from the resurrection a new person once the unseen physical ailments are gone.
Okay, I digress. Back to business. Every once in a while I try to do something only to realize it's no longer in my ability to do. Most of the time it's fine and stuff I'm well used to, but occasionally it catches me off guard and stresses me out, if only momentarily. This past weekend we were at Ebonnie's wedding, and everything was beautiful, despite the inevitable last minute problems, but what really surprised me was that the biggest emotional jolt of the day was not when my sister-in-law walked down the isle looking stunning, or kissed her new husband for the first time, or when my kids carried flowers and rings down the isle, or even the aftermath of my toddler breaking his foot the night before, I handled all that just fine. I'm embarrassed to say that the most alarming moment for me personally was when Cotton-Eyed Joe came on, and I forgot that jumping from one foot to the other was an utterly ridiculous thing to even attempt, and so I tried. No, I didn't fall on my face or anything, but my mind told my legs, "Jump!" and they tried, and quickly sent back, "Not likely" and then I remembered. Blah! So oh well, big deal, it's not the end of the world, but just for future reference, I think it will be so fascinating to have a fresh perfect body, that I might be too distracted to enjoy the little things I have missed, hence: the list! Make a list. Move on.

Things I will do when I get resurrected:
- Go for a run!
- The cotton-eyed Joe dance. Definitely.