Day One of my week off and I’m right on top of my to-do list. Today’s to-do? Clearing off, polishing, and straightening my dresser drawer; making a pot roast; writing; doing the dishes and putting them away; and going to yoga.
So! Successful navigation of Monday?
Like my mother before me, I’m a list-maker; and in the fine tradition of list-making, I live for the check mark I give myself for having completed a task.
Make bed? Check!
Drink coffee? Check!
Breathe in and out, in and out? Check!
I like lists. Not only do I use them to get things done, but they foster my need for gratification.
For example: I did my dishes this morning. A thankless job, I hear you saying. But wait! Not in my world! In my world, I do the dishes, check it off my list of things to do, and say to myself, “You know, Pearl? I don’t think there’s a woman in all of Northeast Minneapolis that rinses a plate the way you do.” I then blush, tell myself it’s nothing, and think to myself, “what a lovely person that Pearl is”.
See? Everyone’s happy!
Tomorrow’s check list includes cleaning the pantry, drinking coffee, and sitting outside with the kitties.
Check, check, check.
A list maker could get used to this.
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