Lists

I am a list fanatic. If I do not have a list my brain does not work. I'm pretty sure there must be a scientific term for my list obsession but for now you'll just have to take my word for it. My list-making used to get on Paul's nerves and he would say well if you'd stop making all those lists you might actually get something done. I told him my brain is attached to paper and without paper and words (aka lists) my brain won't stay organized, causing me to forget what I'm supposed to be doing every five minutes! If I have nothing written down to point me back in the right direction, forget it. Maybe I'll remember my all-important daily goals, but chances are i won't and will be trying to recall them the entire day. What was I going to do again? I know it was important. What was it? Paul is accepting of my lists now seeing first hand how much they help me and I'm grateful. Now, if only it didn't take me so long to write a list. Making a to-do list is like digging through mountains of laundry to find a Leggo gun. It wouldn't take so much effort if my mind wouldn't keep wandering off in a million directions. Okay, first thing I need to do tomorrow is... oh goodness what was it again... it's uh... number one is... [REACH FOR IT]... oh that's right, first thing is spend time with God. Second thing... oh but where is my Bible...

This scenario could go on for a good hour before my list is done, BUT once it's done, sweet relief. I am done digging and I can go on about my day without worrying I'm forgetting something. Oh but wait... where did I put that list again?