I just spent the last 57 minutes of my life making a “to do” list.

I’m not sure what your reaction to that is – but my guess is pity factors in somewhere.  No worries, I totally get it – I don’t really think of myself as the list making type.  For some reason it seems boring, restrictive, freedom limiting, administrative and the kind of thing generally reserved for old people with nothing much to put on their list anyway.  I’ve often said things like “I’m too busy to make a list of all the stuff I’m busy with!”

So, I get your reaction.  But I don’t agree – I honestly feel great now that I’ve made my list.  Let me tell you why.  For the past six weeks or so, I’ve had this feeling that I’m facing an overwhelming sea of work.  In fact, I’ve felt like I had so much to do that I really didn’t know where to get started.  It’s amazing how much clarity comes just from writing it all out!  Knowing exactly what I’m up against somehow makes it all seem more manageable, easier to prioritize and like I’m somewhat in control.

I don’t care how busy you are (did you catch the part where I said I was writing for 57 straight minutes?!?), take some time to get the whole mess out there on paper.  I promise, it really does help.

Now, I just need to figure out how to start crossing things off the list…