I am an avid list maker. There is nothing more fulfilling than grabbing a post-it, you know the ones from the dollar bin at Target that scream WRITE A LIST ON ME, and emptying your mind of all preoccupations and must dos. It's a beautiful thing.
My lists are often scrolls of epic proportion. They keep me sane--okay for those who know me sanity is relative, so I'll say slightly sane. It does not matter that it's humanly impossible to get through all of the things on them, btw my students say the same thing about my classroom agendas; yet, just having them brings me comfort. Yes, it's crazy, I know. If I am able to cross a few things off, I have succeeded. I guess it's the thrill of the chase: the elusive and unattainable.
Here is today's list:
*Prep for tutoring
*Help Marcus with Marketing Materials
*Get curriculum work done
*Organize vacation itinerary
*Check in with the kids on reading progress
*Pick up the nephews
*Take Katie shopping
*Set lunch date with a friend
*Find lost library book
Ahhhhh, done writing my list. Time to relax and do what isn't on the list like check Twitter or Facebook or Instagram to see what's up in the micro/macro world, drink some tea while staring out at nature marveling at the growth rate of flowers and weeds, spend 20 minutes waking up teenagers and sitting on the side of their beds talking and laughing, walk by my husbands office and smile.
Life is hectic and while my lists let me know what I need to do, I am just as happy when I don't get it all done for those other little things that I also really need to do.
Documenting my evolution by filling in space and matter one word at a time.