I have been ALL about my to do list. I know it is likely to be one of those things that I start out doing and then the bloom is off the rose and I give it up. But I figure if I can be super religious about my use of the list right now, I can learn that the things I have been avoiding are really NOT SCARY.
I have been experiencing an odd lack of panic around such typically terrifying acts: checking my email, listening to voicemail messages, returning phone calls, dealing with budgeting and financial crap. That's about all I've got to say. I mean sure, after years of passive neglect, there is a bunch of stuff that I need to sort through and figure out. But when is that not true? Everyone will always have stuff. Stuff just is. Okay, I am making very little sense and I am sorta sleepy. Crossing off my list today: called friend scheduled plans to meet more than one friend in coming week cleaned top shelf of refrigerator (major karma points on that one for me) checked email/voicemail looked at my calendar crossed stuff off my todo list started trying to find good systems to organize my absentminded approach to grown-up stuff. Grateful Crap: while looking at what food to order from Chinese restaurant... 4yo: what about lion meat? me: they don’t have lion meat. 4yo: Owl meat? me: ... 4yo: They do have flesh. me: ... 4yo: What? They are covered with skin. meds: 450mg bupropion, 200mg lamotrigine, 70mg venlafaxine First day on 2 pills of venlafaxine instead of 3 (minus a bunch of beads) (Let me know if I start going off the rails.) Comments are closed.
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