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:
scheduled plans to meet more than one friend in coming week
cleaned top shelf of refrigerator (major karma points on that one for me)
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.
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?
4yo: They do have flesh.
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.)
Quaker, teacher, parent,