‘To Do’ Lists Made Me Ill.
Actually, that’s not true. It wasn’t the lists that made me ill, it was my failure to live up to them.
To Do Lists used to be a constant reminder of my inability to make the basics work. I knew they were proven to be a good thing. I knew the key elements of a good one.
Prioritisation.
Realistic timeframes.
Chunking down tasks.
I knew the To Do List instructions. I just couldn’t follow them. As soon as an item joined my list every fibre of my being seemed to rebel against the doing of it. A core ‘I’m inadequate,’ belief was calling the shots, colouring my view, forcing my hand.
I’d write the list with a sigh and then sabotage all attempts to follow it. I can’t tell you how often a day would end without my reaching number one on the blessed thing…