If I were to earn a gold medal in anything it would be for list making.
I make daily lists:Pick up clutter Clean floors feed dog one load of laundry manage insane amount of dirty dishes call property manager about dishwasher walking around read 30 mins …
I make weekly lists (divided by my roles) nicely organized thanks to Franklin Covey.
Lists of projects I want to complete:Lampshade makeover Organize/frame recipes Gears of War Blanket Valentine decor Ruffley apron Closet Organizer for Jake …
Stuff I want to buy:Ruffley apron 6×3 contoured pan (ref. baking list) books (ref. book list) Xbox controller Vintage cake stands Pyrex collection etsy stuff …
In college I used to carry around stacks of these 3×5 index cards I’d cut in half. I would fill them out during class with the things I needed or hoped to accomplish every day. If classes were exceptionally boring they would even be color coded by priority. One day I stumbled into class and I spotted one of my notated squares on the floor a few chairs away. I was mildly embarrassed thinking ‘How personal! Someone has seen my agenda!’. I discretely picked up the note and saw where some one had scrawled across the back with a nasty black ink “GET A LIFE”.
I DO have a life! Couldn’t this harsh gel pen* user see I was busy with things,which is why I needed to write them down?! That was Spring semester ’02, yet I’ve not forgotten the incident.
I have come to realize I don’t need the list to remind me of the things I need to do/buy/complete/read. I need the mental release writing it down provides. Jotting down “Look up vanilla latte how to” means I don’t have to REMEMBER to look it up.
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy that glimmer of pride as I place a big fat X beside the completed task.