I woke this morning with the satisfaction it was the weekend. Then I realised it was Monday and my mood deflated like my one and only attempt at making a souffle.
The weekend was filled with stuff. Some social, some obligatory and then some serious stuff that knocked me out for a day and night.
Now it’s Monday and my list is already filled.
Lists are my life now. I don’t know it’s it’s post depression or just turning forty but if it ain’t on the list it ain’t gonna happen.
Here are some lists that I use:
Goals List – Things I want to do
Irritations List – Things that bug me but that I never have time to fix
To-Do List for home – This is divided between the four of us. ‘THE HOUR OF POWER!’
To-Do List for writing – This is always fluid, overwhelming and exciting
To-Do List for kids – This is busier some days compared to others
To-Do List for me – This gets forgotten often
Wish List – Over the years it has become less material and more internal. Happiness versus Object that are supposed to make me happy. It’s good.
Clear your mind – Write it down – Live your life – Love your life.