I love lists. I used to start every day with a new list. Often transferring the incomplete things onto the new one. The act of crossing them off and the feeling of accomplishment is always wonderful.
But I never have an empty list. Because there is always so much to do. Besides that I LOVE doing all of it. I love being busy, I love projects. There are family members who are often telling me to sit back and relax. But being busy and getting things done is exactly how I relax. I get pretty bored sitting and watching a program, not to say I don’t do that, but I would always rather have it running in the back ground. Multi-tasking is my peaceful place.
So a while ago I made a “form” list. On it are blank spaces for “this week” things but the top is for the things that have to happen every week. The top is the constants of my schedule, the things that I fit into every week (Mon-Sun).
This was a productive week and having everything done except one more workout and the whole weekend ahead before the week is over leaves time for some special projects
I am also on call this weekend. So I am on shift Saturday night starting at 6:30 until 6:30 in the morning. Then back again at 2:30 on Sunday. There is some work expected so I am sure I will be busy.
Maybe I will get a head start on next weeks list. The week is already looking crazy schedule wise.
My friend is flying in on Friday to spend the weekend. But just tonight I was told I am working at a client’s office in San Diego on Thursday and Friday.
This will mean 100 mile drive to the office on Thursday. A 12 hour shift from 6pm to 6am. Then Friday schedule still unknown even though I said I had a conflict with Friday. But with people off on vacations among other thing this is my assignment.
We will actually know more on Monday after the planning call. Maybe because so much of life is unplanned and out of my control I find comfort in the constants of my lists and chores.