Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Obsessions: To Do Lists
I love To Do Lists. I can't function without them. I keep lists on my smartphone, I keep handwritten lists all over the house. In my attempt to organize, I create disorganization in having too many To Do lists.
I get so much satisfaction from To Do Lists that I'll write down items that I've already completed just so I can cross them off.
With my recently acquired mommy brain, I am even more dependent on my To Do lists -- they give me permission to not remember. All I have to do is find my list and review it. Review and update, review and update.
I think my love of To Do lists come from a cousin affection: having a physical organizer/planner. I've had a personal planner since I was in grade school. My addiction started out with using my daily planner to keep track of homework assignments, and has morphed into a method for tracking short term and long term goals which would otherwise be forgotten about, only to be revisited over and over again in an interminable recycling of resolutions, never to be resolved.
In today's world of electronic gadgets, my smartphone is used for making phone calls and surfing the web. But I still rely on my trusting paper and pen to document all that requires effort: daily tasks, long term tasks, thoughts of the moment. In the end my planner doubles as a personal journal and a living document of who I was that day and who I hope to be the next day, the next month, the next year.
I don't think I'll ever be able to give up my planner and I'm proud of it.