This list-making obsession continued throughout my childhood. I would organize backyard kickball tournaments, but just knowing in my head who was on the team was not enough. It would need to be recorded in navy ballpoint pen in 2-dimensional list form.In college, lists were elevated to a whole new level. I know you are thinking this is how I juggled my classes, but it was actually how I juggled the five different guys I was dating all at once. I would make lists of the pros and cons of each one. It was exhausting.
Once I became a mommy, I could not get through my day without first making a list. The list would include all my goals for the next 24-hours, realistic things like “Buy cereal,” but sometimes alternate items such as “Take saxophone lessons” or “Learn to knit” would find themselves sneaking onto my lists. I also have a peculiar habit of adding things to the list after I have already completed them merely so I can cross them off. For example, if I end up picking up the dry cleaning today instead of tomorrow, you'd better believe I squeeze it onto the list.Lists give me immense satisfaction. I am embarrassed to admit that I now make lists of my lists, sort of an all-encompassing master list to keep me sane.
Excuse me while I go cross off “Write blog post for letter L (A to Z Challenge).” Check!MOV