In the pre-child days, I used to write lists: daily lists, weekly lists, and larger scale lists. And then I actually did the things on the lists in the time frame noted.
I still write lists — if I didn’t, I am pretty sure life would just burst open at the seams. (And not in a good way.) But nearly every week, I’m transferring over half of my items to the next week.
The truth is, it’s okay! Most of the things are . . . optional, or at least the time frame doesn’t really matter. If my closet stays disorganized for the next year (shudder) — well, it won’t be any different than the last year. I spend too many moments ruminating / plotting / fretting about how I will cram everything in and I hate how those thoughts intrude into what would otherwise be peaceful/focused times: on my commute, for instance.
I read Gettings Things Done back in the day and thought I “got” it, but looking back I didn’t have nearly as much to manage, and had much more time to manage it. Maybe I need to read it again? Or just try to be more accepting of life as it is now. In truth, I can only do one thing at a time so I might as well just settle in and enjoy the new(ish) normal.
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Off to run.
Paleo update: 4 days in and I am really REALLY liking it. I actually feel more energetic than I have in ages. AND I am not having the panicky/starving feelings in the afternoons like I was — I always scoffed when people talked about “blood sugar crashes” (and I still maintain that I am sure my glucose was never subnormal!) but this is definitely an improvement.
A enjoying some lamb stew with tomatoes and olives, sweet potatoes, zucchini: