In addition to being a motivational speaker, I am a list junkie. Never met a list I didn't like. I have a list for the things I want to do today, and a list of things I want to do tomorrow, and a list of things I want to do next week, and next year, and a list of things I meant to do but never did. A list of things I need to buy, a list of things I want to try, and a list of things I bought that I need to return but probably won't. I have a list of ways I think I could improve my hair, my clothes, my makeup, my house, my cooking, and my vocabulary. A list of things I really want to be, and a list of things I like to think I am.
I write my lists in pencil and in pen – color coded and highlighted – tagged with various sized post it markings. If you write on my list and it doesn't match my handwriting and slant exactly, I will throw away the list and write another one. I keep lists on paper, in calendars, in software programs that can be dropboxed, emailed, and shared through a cloud. I add to my lists in airport lobbies and voice mail messages sent to myself so that I can get home and dictate the message into a list.
And during the holidays my list addiction reaches a new frenzy as I catalog and categorize the presents, the cards, the decorating, the food, the thank you notes, the who gets what and when. And every delightful store I enter, without question, showcases a beautiful display of notebooks and pads with sparkles and bows and glittery pens that I MUST take home to create – of course – MORE LISTS!
While I'm quite good at making the list, I'm not as good at achieving the items on the list. And so I just add more to the burden of heavily weighted things to do, until I'm depressed that I didn't do everything on the list I created. I should probably see somebody about that. There are probably a lot of good treatment centers in my area. Let me just make a list….