It’s been quite a long time since my last post. This is mostly because I’ve been on holiday, but also because I’ve never been all that good at getting things done.
Which leads me to reflect on the strange fascination of the to-do list. Like many people who rarely actually achieve anything, I love planning. Some of my happiest hours have been spent with an A4 sheet, a pen and a wine bottle, refining the new system that is going to make my life all tidy and – does pointless have an opposite? pointful, perhaps?
I especially love making lists at the end of yet another day of underachievement, of all the things I’m going to accomplish tomorrow. The trick is to break everything down into small manageable tasks. For instance: 1) Write to-do list. 2) Admire to-do list. 3) Cross out points 1 & 2. 4) Rest from creative labours.
There are even apps (to-do list item #327: find out what apps actually are) to help you polish these little works of art to perfection. I might even try using one sometime; anything to avoid actually getting on with the job.
Well, must be off; these to-do lists don’t write themselves …