I love making lists. The thrill of busting through a to-do-list often breathes life into me when I'm feeling tired or overwhelmed. I'm a natural at identifying what needs to be conquered, prioritizing, and executing. I once had a boss ask me, when I went to this person for guidance on getting more done in an efficient manner, if I had considered making lists. I actually giggled a little because I found it absurd to think that others don't just naturally make lists. Of course I make lists. Everyone should list.
This morning I sat outside, despite my sunburn, and made a list of chores I need to accomplish on the exterior of the house. I broke the list into six sublists: front yard, back yard, left side yard, right side yard, mudroom, and sunroom. Normally I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins while my list declares a challenge: Can you defeat me? However, today my list backfired. I wasn't inspired by my tasks. I felt overwhelmed and disinterested. I thought there was no way I would accomplish every task, and wondered if I should even try to accomplish one. My list backfired.
I did accomplish one thing on the list. I put together a new table and 4 chairs for our grilling patio. However, I also managed to accomplish some things not on my list. I ate lunch in the sun with Sophia, sang songs to my old dog Teddy while making mental note of the new gray hairs sprouting around his kind eyes, and taught our new puppy Rosie how to sit. I bribed her with spicy crackers. It was a great day.