i am falling apart.
not literally. not metaphorically. but at the seams, none the less.
my to-do lists give birth to to-do lists. on the calendar, in my journal, on my computer, written on post-it notes, scrap envelopes, and my hands—every where i look, there is another list vying for attention.
lists of homework. lists of deadlines that must be met. list of design mockups to produce. list of books to read, poems to write, bills to pay.
i’m not a fan of lists. every time i see a list, i feel guilty for doing things that are not on the list. like chillin’ with e, or the girls, or reading a book that isn’t on any assigned reading list.
i am falling a part. someone pick up the pieces in december?
Posted November 7, 2008 at 8:27pm
