Ah, the to-do list. It's the staple of my life. It's the plan I follow to get me through the day, to make sure nothing falls through the cracks.
I love crossing things off, and it's a source of great
satisfaction when I finish a list, or at least the most critical things
on it. The non-critical things I didn't get to go on the next day's
It's so organized! So controlled! So efficient! So ... list-y!
trouble I have is when I add new activities to my life. (Or when I have
new activities imposed on me, such as "doing the taxes" this time of
year, or doctors' appointments, or running out to buy new sneakers
because the old ones are falling apart.) For a brief time, I delude
myself that I can still do everything. And then the mound of items I
push from one day to the next, the growing pile of the undone, forces me
to face reality.
Choices, choices. I've talked a lot on this
blog about letting go, and I have let go of a lot. But there is still
more. There are still choices to be made, things to be put aside.
It's okay not to do everything. It's amazing how often I must remind myself of that fact.