I wake up with the sun filling my room with light (the glowing dial on the clock finally seared through my closed eyes). Bluebirds are singing (the fire alarm is chirping again. Where are the batteries?). I dress for the day in a stylish outfit (oh, these aren’t really pajamas, I always wear flowered flannel pants during the day). No hair is out of place (why do I look like a scared raccoon?) and makeup is unnecessary (can I use toothpaste to fill in frown lines?).
Breakfast is served on a tray by a grim-faced, but kindly, butler (how long has this bagel been in the bread drawer?). My day stretches out before me with only one…perhaps two … things that need to be done.
Okay, perhaps the reality of my life hasn’t exactly lived up to my Disney-fied, Gone With the Wind dreams, but I really did think I would at least not have to worry about getting things done.
I would be wrong.
I’d like to introduce you to my day.
It isn’t pretty.
I have tried several different ways to keep track of the things I need to do. Plans, lists, scraps of paper, apps, project planners.
You name it, I’ve tried it. Nothing works.
So I thought I would just make my own To Do list (I made this instead of folding towels).
Now, that’s more like it.
I happily spent an hour writing down the things I need to do (I really needed to get my hair cut, but I just don’t have time, now).
I ran out of room.
Back to the drawing board (instead of weeding).
I nailed it. I’m sure of it.
I took time to write my new, enhanced uber-to-do list (does it count if I write down that I need to send Birthday cards?)
Unfortunately, I still ran out of room and now I’m feeling quite overwhelmed. I went shopping instead.
I need another, perhaps simpler, idea.
Doggone it. I think this just might work.
I’ll let you know. I’ll put it on a list.
This may be of no value to you whatsoever, but I’m going to share my To Do lists with you.