I have a thing about making lists. Lots of lists. I’ll get halfway through all the stuff on my list and decide it looks too cluttered, rewrite it to be neat and clean (and with nothing accomplished), add a handful or so more items to what I rewrote, and go on about my merry way. This list most often takes shape in a Five-Star college-ruled notebook, number of subjects vary by which on I happen to have pulled out of my stash of notebooks left over from college. *Confession: I have lots of “school supplies” around the house that are college leftovers. I have a thing about school supplies – they call to me, and I am weak and give in and buy way too many, but as a result, I’ve got extras for when the need arises…..it’s just getting around to finding that need sometimes…..*
Back to my list, it grows, gets revised, chopped, slashed, ripped out and crumpled, trashed, and born anew throughout the course of most any given day of mine. I’m notorious for listing something for a week on end before I actually accomplish it, but at least I keep putting it on there – a steady, albeit sometimes irksome, reminder that I’ve made a conscious decision to complete said task. It may take far longer for an item to get off my list – heck, I’ve got two kids under two and a husband who sometimes makes me feel like I’ve got a teenager in the house more than the grown-ass man that he is that should be fully capable of handling things if my hands (as they often are) tied up with more than I can attend.
Recently, however, my list making has been stepped up a notch. I don’t just have my trusty notebook on the kitchen counter, I’ve got an EverNote account. The folks who came up with this thing are brilliant, by the way. All my “way beyond long-term, will probably never occur in my lifetime stuff I want to do/make/see/work on/complete/craft/cook/whatever” list items finally have a home – a place where I can add a dozen ramekins to my kitchen wish list, make a note that I want to not only replace the mailbox but contact the postmaster to get the proper authorization to move it to the end of the driveway instead of where it’s currently off the backyard access drive, and make a running list of “projects” that happen to cross my mind or come across on Pinterest.
Yeah, it’s definitely taken my list making to a whole new level. There’s almost a rush to it. I’ve got it all there in one place instead of being ridiculously jumbled inside my head. It gives me time to hash out if I really want one type of decorating style or another, to weigh the pros and cons of all sorts of random minutia that flits across my brainwaves. It also has made the rather blah everyday stuff on my list weigh differently. Ok, so I’m stuck washing dishes for the 4th time today because the dishwasher is kaput, but I can daydream while washing dishes of a farmhouse sink with oil-rubbed bronze fixtures, quartz countertops, and bright, clean cabinetry in my “future-wishing but will never happen” kitchen.
When the dreams are in order – listed out in a logical, sensible fashion, the day to day grind that my list encompasses seems lighter. And with my hands as full as they are day in and day out, that’s a good thing.