My wife loves lists
of things to be done.
The only thing she
loves more than lists, is checking things off the list after she’s done them.
This is especially exciting
two days before a long vacation. The list is long, sometimes as long as the
vacation. The pace is rapid, verging on frantic, and the joy of that little
check mark on each item is close to indescribable.
I am occasionally
sucked into the vortex. And I try to do my part. Not as joyfully as my wife,
mind you, but I’m in there, hackin’.
Fortunately, my part
of the list is miniscule compared to hers. And in the end things generally work
out for us.
But, man, do I hate
lists.
Being an avid and near obsessive list maker myself, I recently started trying to force myself to stop making lists. It is not going so well considering I have a list sitting right next to me on my desk right now. Five things on it to do for today and only one of them crossed off. Let me tell you- crossing off that one felt really good. I think it is the scatterbrained nature in me that is drawn to lists, order and organization as means of trying to focus.
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