I just made a year long to-do list for myself, which has been broken down into several different tasks to complete during certain periods of time. I’ve written down on a white board above my desk, as well as synced it with an app on my laptop [which in turn sends me frequent e-mails to remind me of them].
All of these things are tied to calendars with appropriate and realistic timelines, due dates, and deadlines. So there is absolutely no chance [unless, knock on wood, the house catches fire and all streams of technology cease to work] I can not get around to doing something when I have clearly forced myself to make the time for it.
For the record, I only spent about 30-45 minutes working on this, which is actually pretty impressive considering the amount of things I have to get done and all that follows into breaking said tasks down.
Feeling pretty good!
No fireworks, no burgers, no hot dogs, no booze, no lake, no pool, little sun, some rain.
Sudafed, Claritin, hay fever/allergies/cold.
Cute puppy, cute boy, movie date, good people, good food, best deserts, books on tape, History channel.
It wasn’t tradition, but it was still nice and fun.
I have successfully done laundry, the dishes, taken out the trash, cleaned the basement, cleaned out the basement closet, watched enough episodes of Hoarders to get anxiety, and completed all of the editing/uploading/exporting I’ve been trying to do for the last week.
So what now? Dinner?
Just dropped Dave off the airport so he can go hang out with The Aishmans in NY. Pretty jealous, but at least I have some Netflix, a cute dog and a precious old bag of a cat to keep me company.
Tonight I am cooking chicken and peaches. Clearly I’ve been in the south for too long.
My stomach is currently filled with grapes. Yesterday I was uber domestic and re-did all my flower beds, including adding some new ones, all while making dinner, doing laundry, watering the yard, cleaning my bathroom and getting bitten by ever mosquito in the Atlanta area.
Just thought I would let someone know.