*clears throat* I have a confession. I am obsessed with lists.
Okay, if you know me at all, that’s not a confession. But if you don’t know me or only sort of know me, you may not know the extent I’m obsessed.
At work, I’m an office manager. I keep sales lists, lists of vacation time, lists of phone calls made or emails sent, lists of audits of customers, lists of new sales, lists of things I need to remind my boss to get done, lists of follow ups with customers, and more. This serves me well at my job because things (rarely) get forgotten this way.
At home though, I keep more lists. Daily to-do lists. Weekly to-do lists. Both of which I always overschedule. ALWAYS. (If I can mark everything off a list, that means I didn’t schedule enough work to be done!)
What this boils down to is, for better or worse, I dictate mass amounts of my life with lists. So when creative burnout is approaching or is in full flaming glory… it’s the lists that have to go. As hard as that is for me to do. And it’s really, really hard. *clutches stacks of scribbled lists* Continue reading