I’m big into lists. I write them. Re-write them. Revise. Lose. Re-imagine.
I wrote myself a “to-do by the end of the year” list last week, and it’s horribly intimidating. I’m not embarrassed to admit that it’s full of things that have been sneaking to the bottom of my “to-do” lists since April, and although I know I have a long month ahead of me, I’m propelled to get through it and start January with nothing hanging over my head.
Imagine! Only having to do the tasks and jobs that are new! (It does sound like a dream, doesn’t it?)