The ship is listing, tipping toward starboard, bobbing in the surf
tossing everything not tied down.
When I have lots to do I tend to make lists. I used to make lots of lists, lists of lists if you will. I had less time to get things done so I was better organized and actually got them done. Now I just have this constant dialogue in my head of things that need to get done.
There are always new things surfacing. Items that need to be re-done so they never leave the list (like weeding or picking up dog crap) so the list is never-ending. I don’t get near enough of it done when it’s not actually on a list. Writing it down tends to help organize the items and the order in which to get them crossed off that list.
I leave in four days for a much-needed break from all the things on that list, however the pressure to get some of them completed before I leave so they are not waiting for when I get back is there. Today I am actually going to write them down, organize them so they can stop bouncing off the inside of my skull and perhaps I can focus on getting some of them completed.
There will be plenty to do when I get back, getting ready for company and Thanksgiving along with at least two prepaid Thanksgiving orders to focus on right when I get home.
I will however spare you from the list. Really who wants to read my list of chores instead of just making their own. All you really need to know is I actually love everything on these lists. The chores, the planning, the projects, they are more than just things to get done. They are my “me” time. I am sure that is why this weekend felt so fantastic, it was all projecty, plany, me time.