That would be me.
I make a daily list of everything I should do.
I’m proud of my list. Sort of.
It sounds wonderful to be that organized. The down side?
When I get to the end of the day and half of the items on my list are still there. Glaring at me. As if to say –
“Why not us? What’s wrong with us? Not worth your attention, right?”
I stress. Unhappy with myself. Where did I slip up? Where did I spend too much time on something insignificant?
Thus, I developed a method.
I still make lists. But now I number the items. Prioritizing.
It takes a lot of stress out of the issue but presents another challenge.
The “un-crossed” off items gets transferred to the next day’s list.
And so it goes.
Until I end up with a list of unenviable loathsome tasks. Think –
Tidy the garage shelves and while I’m about it, clean the garage floor;
Tidy and clean out the pantry; (I guess when it’s three years past the “use by “date it’s probably time to trash it);
Sewing up the hat I knitted (I hate sewing up knitted articles)
Sorting through the half-written stories in drafts folder;
Quite a few more tasks not suitable for my readers’ ears.
Oh man! Am I alone in this? Are there any other imperfect perfectionist list makers out there?
But there is one item on that daily list that never finds itself uncrossed and transferred to the next day.
My Daily Quiet Time.
My Bible My Notebook and I.
First thing in the morning as the sun rises and glints on the water.
Always First on that List. Always will Be.
Somewhere I read what Jill Briscoe said when asked what her life’s greatest mission was:
“To figure out what to do every day in my life as ordained by God – and then to do it.”
It could be as simple as maintaining a good attitude when it’s the last thing in the world you feel like.
Cyber hugs and Blessings All. Hope your 2019 is off to a wonderful start.
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