Not alot going on today around here. I've almost completed all the tasks on my To-Do List, which is a first for me in a long time. I'm a big list maker. I make them everyday and gleefully cross things off. One thing that drives me bonkers is that the first thing I do everyday is make The List and then the phone will ring and I'll start doodling while I talk. I'm a doodler. I don't actually draw pictures.... I draw spirals, squiggles, swirls and tiny, little circles stacked one on top of the other in a pyramid shape. I can't help myself from doing this while I talk but it pisses me off to realize after hanging up that I've doodled on The List. We can't have that as The List must be neat.... so I re-write it. Even if I keep scrap paper on my desk for this purpose, if I'm on the phone, The List gets doodled on.
Is this my sub-conscious' way of saying "Hey - you can put as many things on that list as you want... but in the end... I CONTROL YOU, not The List. "
Lists keep me guided and grounded. Otherwise, I start drifting off into some realm of space where time has no meaning and before I know it..... 8am becomes noon and I've gotten nothing concrete done. Am I the only one this happens to? If I needed to find a piece of information from my highschool yearbook.... it wouldn't be enough for me to get it out of the box, get the info and put it back. Nope, not me. I'd get sidetracked. I'd start looking at it, flipping pages and smiling to myself as I recall memories . Then I'd get another book out and look through that. I'd probably make a call to my sister to ask her a question about someone (she's got a much better memory than I do). I'd make a couple notes to check something on the internet about so and so and reach over to put the books away. 'Hey, what's this" I'd say to myself. "A photo album, that I haven't looked at in long time! I better stop and look at that now." Before I know it, hours have passed and I can't remember what I was looking for in the first place.
I have a junk drawer in the kitchen that can cause me to head off to that timeless place as well. Before writing this post, I was sorting through the stuff in that drawer wondering where does it come from? How many pairs of chopsticks do we really need to have? Why do I have 1000yards of baking twine? How old is this stick of chewing gum? A button from where? Sheetrock screws? Birthday candles?
Your Assignment for today is this:
If you have a junk drawer in your house, please go to it now. Open it and remove the first 5 items and report them back to me in a comment. I need to know that I'm not the only one with strange things in mine. I look forward to vindication here.