I Didn't Do It!

I've managed to do it again. I have once more lost sight of The List of Priorities.

I think - scratch that, I know - this is a trend in my life. I've got the important things down pat, you know. But somehow when I decide to put a little less pressure on myself and set priorities, the imaginary list they are set on mysteriously vanishes.

In a mighty and sincere attempt to reduce pressure on myself, I've given up making ten lists every day. Ok, I am slightly exagerating. Not ten. But I used to start too many to keep track of. I'd lose them, for fuck's sake, and find them weeks later. My loverly crafterly far away friend K does the same thing. She keep lists. I'll have to ask her how many she has and how she manages them. She's still sane, so... (*waving furiously* Hi, K!)

But I've got two lists now. Number One : my grocery list. This list I keep to avoid unfortunate and frustrating episodes of coming home after running my errands, you know, and realizing I've forgotten to get something that we've run out of last week. This is something I've picked up from my mom. She has a list that she divides in the number of stores she has to go to. So one section for the Costco, one for groceries, one for the pharmacy, and so on. My mom goes so far as to rewrite her list right before she leaves to go shopping, so that she can put the list in the order that she walks through the store. Wait - does she still do that? I don't know. I'll have to check. So when I notice we need something, I write it down on the puppy notepad that sits on top of the fridge. That was list Number One. H does not like this puppy notepad because it's not manly to walk around the grocery store with a puppy notepad list in your hand.

The other list is my to-do list at work. That one's long. It's a work in progress, that one. I almost never cross things off it. Always keep adding things on, though. And there's a thorough and serious love/hate relationship with that list going on these days. But that is a story for another day.

However, there is a third (and secret) list that exists. It is secret because it is in my head. I don't write it down, because it would be, well, extremely anal. To put it nicely. This list basically contains my priorities in knitterly and crafty thingees to start/finish/work on. I was rereading a post last night and realized I've started new projects since establishing my priorities. Not that it's really evil to do so, but it is beginning to be a little irritating to mentally check my list only to realize I've committed to three knitterly/crafty things and that I almost never work on them because I've started new things. Again with the boredom of works-in-progress. What is the solution to this? In that same post, I had established I was going to work 30 minutes on something, then leave it be till the next day just for the sake of making a little progress. I just have not been doing that at all.

The more I write, the more I tell myself it's not so bad. I just felt like writing about it. You know, to cross that item off my imaginary secret mental list. The item being "Post entries on blog more often so that K knows what I'm up to"... So K, if you're reading this (and I know you stop by once in a while): I have not gone insane yet, but I do miss you enormously. Your lovegeek better be taking good care of you, because if he isn't, I'll kick his monkey ass. No mercy from the sexy librarian chick, no matter how much he begs and calls me Uncle. Oh! And K, just so you know, round number two of practice has begun *cough, cough* if you know what I mean. If you don't, write me. I miss you. I know, I've said that already, but it's just for good measure.