I love putting to-do lists together. I thrive om them. I get a jolt of energy from them. Yes, admittedly that is a bit odd. But I love seeing things I need to get done and putting a path together moving forward. I love seeing the checkmarks next to items. I’ve been putting these lists together for years.
However, the last few months or so my list-making has been sporadic. Before today, my last list was maybe two weeks ago. I’m looking at my blank yellow pad wondering what has happened. I love my lists but I have not shown them any love as of late. As I look at my blank pad, I’m wondering if I have moved on from my lists. If so, what happened?
I don’t believe I have moved on. I love my lists and the love will be rekindled. Maybe even today. I just had reached a point for a few months where I couldn’t think too forward and just was caught up in each moment. Now, on one hand, some might argue that can be a good thing. I’m living in the moment. Or, others might argue, it could be that there’s just too much in the moment that it doesn’t leave room for more.
But as I look at my hot pink notebook I crave writing exciting things in it. I don’t know if I want to fill it with tasks but instead I might want to fill it with aspirational writings and thoughts, as well as recaps of exciting adventures. Yes, that is where I need to be. It’s amazing how a routine task can take on such loaded meaning. But we all have those routine items that move us forward or pull us back. We just need to listen to what they are telling us in our day-to-day lives. My to-do lists help me take stock of my life. When I forgoed my list, I was flying blind. It’s time to sit down, coffee in hand and Netflix in the background, and write out a lengthy list.