I recently discovered a text file buried in the depths of my computer that had a list in it from early 2010.
- New washing machine ##
- New keys ##
- Cleaning up #
- Things to do
- – two broken window panes
- – sort damaged drainpipes and guttering
- – TV aerials and satellite dishes #
- – carpets #
- – painting #
- – assemble crib ## (and now disassembled)
- – boxes to the loft ##
- – sand and seal floors downstairs.
- future projects
- – electrics into the garden shed
- – upgrade the two attic rooms
- ## completed # part completed
I like making lists. It helps me organise things and clears them out of my head and lets me see them in grey and white on a page. A list helps me remember things (until I forget where I put the list – I must have half a dozen pieces of paper floating around the house with the list of details required to log into my bank account). Writing a list give me sense of satisfaction – I have started something good here and when I finish the list I have a second good feeling at having completed something. Must have something to do with the fact that, by nature, I am not a completer-finisher type person.
I found a second list in the same file:
- New hobby – gardening
- things to do: pick apples; ##
- pick more apples; ##
- work out how to make apple juice, cider and vinegar;
- learn about storing apples;
- make apple pie, crumble, strudle, stewed apples; ##
- buy a lawn mower;
- get a compost bin; ##
- plant raspberries;
- learn how to prune apple trees; #
- get rid of the moss in the lawn;
- get some proper gardening tools including a pruning saw, a rake, a spade and some loppers. #
Lists should help me stop procrastinating but the list becomes a task in itself and thus I procrastinate through writing the list…
Oh well, these are just two of the many lists I write and now if I could just find my current list of things to do I might just get something done.