My husband wants to send me to List Makers Anonymous. Yes, Mr. Juggling Act is NOT a fan of my lists. I think the man gets anxiety every time he sees me writing yet another list.
I can’t help it. I’m literally compelled to make lists… sure every one makes grocery lists, right? I’m talking huge to-do lists that sometimes fill two or more pages of my list notebook.
Yes, I have a list notebook. I need my lists the way a baby needs their mama – they are my safety net… the key to my sanity.
I’m not talking about some little mini pad you can shove in your back pocket, I’m talking about full size spiral bound notebooks. For real. This is my life. Literally, these lists contain every single aspect of my life.
Ok, as long as I’m confessing I’ll tell you that I actually have two notebooks for lists – one for ‘family stuff’ and one for ‘blog stuff’ – sure they often overlap and yes occasionally I’ve gotten the lists mixed up, but without them I’d be lost!
I love printable lists and charts, but nothing is quite as good as the spur-of-the-moment, frantic, freeform, write-it-down-before-I-forget lists that I make in my notebooks.
Oh, and I cheat on my lists…. I write down stuff I already did and cross it off. Because it makes me feel better. Don’t judge, you know I’m right. I also write down really easy stuff, like ‘write a list’. Neurotic, I know.
Which reminds me… please excuse me, I need to go make a list…