I’ve been busy lately. Probably no busier than usual, but it seems like it to me. I think that the last couple of weeks were more intense for me mentally because I was assembling my book proposal. Naturally, some other things in my life got the short shrift when I had to focus on getting that complete–sometimes you can’t give everything the attention it needs, all the time–though it was definitely worth it.
Last night I came home from a meeting and my mind was all a-buzz with what I have to do today. I grabbed a pretty pink notebook (one which I forgot I bought at Borders last year but just found behind my bookshelf a couple of days ago) along with a glittery blue gel pen, and I made a to-do list.
As I was writing it, I realized that it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve made one.
Really? Too busy to make a to-do list? Wow, that’s insane.
I pride myself on being a serial list-maker. It’s one of the routines I have that you can count on like the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening.
As I wrote, watching the pen leave a trail of my upcoming tasks made me sigh with relief, and I’m ready to tackle my Monday with gusto.