I used to share gratitude lists a few years ago (a Things I Love column on Thursdays, because, alliteration). It’s Tuesday, which means the alliteration still works—and how kismet, then, that on the night of the new moon in Capricorn, I feel an intense urge to write lists. All kinds: packing lists (I’m off to QVC Friday night for two segments this weekend), gratitude lists, intentions lists, goals lists. The list goes on. As tempting as it is to fall back on something familiar—in this case: a comfortable, easy to write, even easier to digest post—I’m tired of half-formed thoughts and bite-sized entries made emphatic by bullet points. I spend at least eight hours a day preoccupied with words, but I don’t get the chance submerge myself in them: Beauty copywriting, though a perfect intersection between passion and profession, is a specific skill set based on pattern and limited by regulation. It poses a creative challenge professionally, but it isn’t fulfilling spiritually. To be clear: I say the latter without reference to denomination or New Age spirituality. And let it be known that I don’t expect my career to serve as my be-all and end-all; I’m lucky to work in an industry…