How am I doing with that? I suck.
These lists are making me tense. All over the house, in my briefcase, I even have a post it note stuck on my dashboard. I HATE LISTS.
I'm housesitting in Lyle for two weeks, my commute takes exactly one minute and twenty four seconds. All the things I have put off on my real life list, like getting my car registered, or filing my taxes, getting my eyebrows done, walking in the evenings, writing, reading. all those things have still not been attempted, let alone crossed off. Why? I don't know. Depression? ADHD? Procrastination.
I am knocking a few things off the list, but it seems like every time I do one thing, three more things are added. I am smiling more. Walking slower. I'm even planning a party. My car still hasn't been registered. Partly because I'm not too sure what state I'm living in, more so because I am lazy. My car is full of recycling. My taxes haven't been filed. I can't remember the last book I read. We won't speak of the dental appointment I have yet to make.
I did manage to book an appointment for my eyebrows though. One thing at a time.
