I’m a list-maker. You know: one of those annoying people who write everything they have to do, everyplace they have to go, and every item they need to buy, down on a piece of paper before they ever leave the house or attempt a task.
This is the list of things I needed to do for Saturday, July 7. You will notice the list is even dated. That’s so I don’t confuse it with another day’s list. You will also note at the bottom of the list is a reminder to write a blog on…lists.
I make lists for the grocery store; the chores I need to do; the stops I have to make while I am out of the house doing normal life stuff. I make sublists, too, when I have to go more than 2 or three places during one trip. I’ll list my destination, then – in bullet form – all the things I need to purchase or do at each place.
I have lists for birthday presents. I have a list of people I need to buy or make Christmas gifts for every year. I have a list of the days I need to send bills out to be paid.
I have a list of all the blogs I want to write, a list for the titles of the books I need to finish ( or start!) and then sublists added to that.
I have a bucket list with 1000 items on it. I have a to-do list for every day next week already.
I make a lot of lists. A lot of lists.
Maybe if I stopped making lists, I’d get more stuff on the lists done. Just a thought…..