Do you ever get the feeling that your life has suddenly been reduced to an unending to-do list?
Since the second I wake up in the morning, I am stuck to my lists. The bond is so strong that it has now started to feel like a part of me. Though I have always loved lists, their precise directives, motivation to get things done… off late they depress me.
The wish list that I come across every now and then keeps getting longer with things I really want to do but have to time or energy for.
The book list that keeps me anxious at night.
The bucket list of travels I save for and look forward to.
The ridiculous number of craft WIPs that just-won’t-get-completed!
The list of groceries that has absolutely no end.
The list of courses I want to finish before I grow too old and tired.
The ideas for the books I want to write someday.
The things I need to teach Pickle.
The gifts I want to buy for T.
The things I have to discuss with ma on our next call.
The broken taps and cupboards that need to be fixed.
The various “guys” that need to be called to fix the previously listed things.
The bills I have to pay every month.
The queries I have for the doctors.
The events and happenings I need to be a part of.
The stories I need to look up to be up to date with the world.
The words I have to look up before Pickle grows up and asks me.
The friends I need to ping and keep in touch with.
The ones I have to wish for their special days.
The recipes I need to try out.
The ventures I want to invest in.
The career options I need to consider.
The activities to line up for Pickle.
The places we have to visit.
The restaurants to try food at.
The DIYs I have to undertake.
You see what I mean? Do you ever see an end to these lists? The lazier ones among you will ask me to chuck out the lists! The ones with OCD will understand why I can’t.
Yes they do depress me because I have so little time and so much to do. But they also are a lifeline… they provide me with so much hope. They make me want to live it up each day (even if it is reading a book instead of partying).
Lists are crazy… they make me crazy… but also bring order to an otherwise chaotic life. Today morning driven crazy by my overflowing lists… I started another list:
Things to do:
- STOP MAKING LISTS
- STOP MAKING LISTS WHEN FRUSTRATED
- STOP BEING FRUSTRATED
- MAKE LISTS TO REDUCE FRUSTRATION