If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no point in being a d**n fool about it. W.C. Fields
Challenge Update: And so, with the advice of eloquent Mr. Fields at my back, I call an official end to the experimental month of Life Without a To Do List. I wouldn't call it a failure: I didn't write a to do list for the last 26 days, so I have adhered to the challenge. I wouldn't call it a success: I can't see any significant life improvement. A bit more perspective, perhaps, and understanding of how a to do list can either be useful or a method of extending my control-freakish ways. Perhaps that does make it a success.
March was a strange month, anyway. It was probably the best possible month to forego my usual list addiction; from remodeling projects to plumbing problems to sickness to out-of-town guests to flooding, March has been full of things keeping me from routine. If I had been making to do lists this month, they probably would have been untouched at the end of the day, which would have made me feel even more out of control.
That is what I have learned from this challenge: lists make me feel like I'm in control. Especially when I can accomplish what is on the list. But even when I don't get it all done, it gives me a sense that at least I know what isn't done. I am aware of what waits for me, what is lacking, what must be tackled. Without that list, I feel like I am floating. I may be missing something important. I may have forgotten to pay a bill. I don't know.
Are lists good or bad, then? Both. A list can become a lifeline, when what I really need is an afternoon off or a date with my husband or a chat with my best friend. A list can make me dependent on accomplishing and leave me feeling that without a record of my accomplishments (however insignificant they are), I am unimportant, unrecorded, lost, meaningless.
A list can keep me on track, though, when distractions are everywhere. A list can point me back to my priorities and help me focus on the truly important even when those urgent things are screaming at me. A list can help me reach my goals. It lets me see progress. It also lets me see when I am trying to do too much, if I am willing to look.
After (almost) a month without a list, I am willing to look. I am not willing to write a 20-point list and feel guilty at the end of the day when I haven't accomplished it all. I am not willing to substitute list-making and checking off items for time and conversation and rest. I do want to stay on track, and see progress, and reach goals. So I am stepping back into a life with a to do list, but this time it is a tool and not an end in itself.
Better Life Tip: Make a careful list of all things done to you that you abhorred. Don't do them to others, ever.
...Make another list of things done for you that you loved. Do them for others, always. Dee Hock
whatever you're hooked on. It has helped me keep track of what's going on with my day (I kind of use it as a scheduler plus a goal tracker). I can see progress. I can put in little checkmarks.
