To do …
How often do I find myself writing lists of things I have to do, then work off the list, and start a new one with the things I did not get a chance to get done.
And repeat. And repeat.
It keeps me organised, sure. I don’t forget a lot this way, and I feel in control on top of this. It makes me happy to tick off aspects, too, and I kind of like this satisfaction and the feeling of having accomplished something.
However, lately I have noticed that I react allergically to this must-do pressure, a new development which has put me in a corner. I like my lists, I dislike having to do something.
Here is a thought I had last Saturday while housewifing happily. I had come home from a school trip at night, no time to write lists. Yet I was busy unpacking, doing laundry, listening to music and singing along, organising my kitchen and cleaning the cats and so on. And in the afternoon I realized I had gotten tons of things done – with joy. I even had had time to paint my nails and drink coffee and play with the cats! 😹 which were really glad to see me. And there had not been any list but the one in my mind.
So, in the future, each of my lists will state:
“to do with joy 🙂“
to remind me of this simple truth. Getting things done with joy brings joy.