Listing

I am a list person. Number 1 on my lists is always "Make a list." The next few items tend to be the high priority ones. After listing those, I normally like to list an item that I've already completed. Just so I can check it off. Because lists look better when the items on them are checked off. The last item on my list never gets done. Still, I write it down. It is my rebellion for being a list person.

I haven't really needed a list for a while. I just haven't had that much to do. Working in a dead end job, spending some time in semi-retirement, and not training for anything in particular will negate the need for list making.

However, I'm in Denver tonight. For work. And I have too much to do to be here. Not just too much work, but too much life. It is reminding me of those times in college when I felt like I had too much homework to actually go to class. Too much Pi Phi to attend a chapter meeting. Too much Dance Company to rehearse all night.

I'd like to make a list for the rest of my evening right now, but I don't know what to write down on the #2 spot. Because there's just so much to put there. This infuriates and yet excites me. For some reason, I like this feeling. I enjoy being comfortably uncomfortable. I seek chaos.

I am about to go to bed, but for the sake of sqeezing those last few items out of the day...

#1 - List
#2 - Read
#3 - Blog (see - I did this one already)
#4 - Sleep
#5 - Respond to work emails (see - that will wait until tomorrow)