I recently started making lists again, online this time, at listography. I swear on and off lists. There's no question they help get things done. But I've also found them to have a silent nag factor. Sometimes oppressive. Often depressing. I simply can't get everything on my lists done. And I hate the reminder that I'm not as efficient and effective as I'd like to be.
My theory when not list-making is that the important stuff gets done. Unimportant, non-essentials fall off the radar and that's okay. In fact, it's a gift. The gift of not having a list to remind me what's fallen by the wayside.
But like I said, I'm back on list-making for the time being.
Some people find it a very gratifying, almost meditative act. And maybe that's a way to trick myself into thinking list-making is something more than the mundane organizational tool I judge it to be.
I think one of my issues with lists, is that they seem to propogate themselves. Lists beget lists, beget lists. There doesn't seem to be an end to them, or a list that is ever actually finished, complete, accomplished.
It's never occured to me before this moment, but lists are really just a process. I've always thought of them as so absolute and concrete. But they're changeable, ever evolving. Maybe I've just found the key to keeping list-making relevant for me.
Everything is a process.
Process is everything.
What else have I labeled too constricting or confining that actually has a process hiding behind its conventional facade?
Hmmm. Looks like I've got a list to start.
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