As I make plans for next week’s holiday — write (first priority), sort through all my possessions (including closets and garage) and spring clean my house, and run errands I can’t accomplish when I’m working — I realize that, as usual, I am biting off more than I can chew. Why do so many of us do that? We see stars and they blind us. Yet, even knowing that I’ll never accomplish everything, I can’t make myself let go of my plans. Having them seems to be more important than accomplishing them.
There’s something about a To Do list that’s deeply satisfying. Is it because we’ve corralled them into a manageable form? Does it make them less forgettable? Do they become less arduous? Is it the satisfaction of finishing one or two and striking them through? Who knows?
I intend to keep a daily tally of what I’ve accomplished in writing, sorting/cleaning, and errand running. I’ll report at the end of next week, hopefully with more written and fewer possessions!