I make lists, always have. Things I need to do, groceries, appointments. A couple of years ago my lists were huge, big expectations on myself. My middle daughter was over and asked me about my never ending to do list. So I showed her, she took one look and said, ” Omg Mom, no wonder you feel like you get nothing accomplished! Maybe you should write down what you actually have done!”
Well Duh? Why didn’t I think of that? Life gets in the way, and when I added the column of what I actually did do it was rewarding. I always have a checklist of mini goals, but day to day things will take pecedent. I mean yes, I have a wall to paint, but I felt like switching out the seasonal clothes, and of course laundry, dishes, meal prep. Then I went outside and saw the weeds, so I pulled them, when I went to put them in the trash, I figured I should wash out the garbage cans. I may of only checked two things off my list, but I wasn’t just sitting around doing nothing.
It was brilliant, such a little thing, but gave me the bigger picture. I am always writing. I find old diaries all the time, gratitude journals, notebooks with little sayings my kids said, Geneology notes to myself, 30 day challenges I have done, stories I have written, bucket lists . Pictures and papers I have a strong attachment to all of it. It is a big fault of mine, or is it? It’s on my list to display or discard it. Right now though I have to pick up dog crap, and who knows where that will take me…
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