My name is Kelly, and I’m addicted to lists. I can’t do anything without first making a list. Put me on a committee, and I eagerly volunteer to make the list. Put a new project in front of me, and it’s not the challenge I get excited about it – it’s making the list. I make a list of things I want to cook today, things I want to cook next week, things I need to buy, things I need to sell, things I should give away, things I need to read, things I need to do, things I should clean, things I want to try, things I want to make, people I need to visit, people I need to call, articles I need to write, blogs I need to post, clients I need to call, things I want to teach my son, things I want to un-teach my son, things I want to do to be better, and things I think others should do to be better. Christmas time is the mother load of lists, with beach trips and birthday parties following close behind. If you write on my list, I will tear it up and start over. If the ink smudges – do over. And changing pens midway through – yep, that’s a deal breaker. Thanks to technology, I now start with a paper list, and then turn it into an electronic list, and then find a way to get that list on my desktop, laptop, iphone, and ipad. And the current challenge is to get them all to synchronize – a project which will require, of course, another list. I have actually made a list to go out and buy a fresh notebook and pen for my list.
Apparently, not everyone has this same affliction – like the waitress at my favorite restaurant. When I give her my order and she doesn’t write it down, I start to shake. When I tell the doctor all the weird symptoms I’ve been having that make me convinced I might have prostate cancer – she doesn’t even pick up her pen. When I called customer service last week to explain how my new video camera was making this weird beeping noise when I took before and after videos of my new spray on tan, I swear Raj did not even pull out a piece of paper. While I’m addicted to lists, my husband is list-challenged. To date I have never seen him make a list – not one. I’m thinking of calling Guiness. I say he has a problem. (In fact, I have a list of his problems.) He says I have a problem. He says to me, “The house is on fire, things are exploding, we are all stuck inside, and you only have thirty seconds to get out? What will you do first?” I answer, “Make a list.”
Point well taken. Maybe I have a problem. I should take care of it. I’m sure there are steps that would help me fix this. Let me just find a sheet of paper – I think this deserves the blue notebook with pink swirls. And where is the pen that matches? Maybe I need to go buy a new one. Let me put it on this list of things to do today – or does it belong on the list of things to buy – or the list of things I need to fix in my life? Will the madness never stop?