Ta’ Doing the Do Out of My To-Do List
To-Do list, Honey-Do list, Check list, Activity log, whatever you want to call it, most of us have one and rely upon them heavily. Some can’t make a move without referring to The List. Few earn the right to be able to scratch completed activities from the list.
I have been making lists for years, my life use to be governed my the all- mighty To-Do list. I would create my list the night before. logging and listing everything that needed to be done and the amount of time in which it took to perform such tasks. Oh yeah, I was a Do’r and serious about the “List”. Dis shit is chess...it ain’t checkers. On slow days, I’d add unauthorized activities after I did them just so I could scratch them off as completed. List making became a sport to me as I competed against myself. I was a Do’r like a mug...a serial Do’r.
As a serial Do’r, there is absolutely NO room for error, for instance; what’s a Do’r to do when the List does not indicated a block of time allotted for the three S’s (shit, shower and shine)? Our world is fuck’d! Activities have to be rearranged and time lines changed. It’s a mess, a pure-D mess. Lines are blurred as we scramble to get Type A order back into our day after spending at least 15 minutes curled up in a fetal position underneath the nearest table, clinching a disastrous list as if it’s not the problem....which, by the way, is another unauthorized activity.
Years later, without the therapy I obviously needed, I was able to wean myself from the trauma of being anal on paper (only on paper) and relying so heavily on To-Do lists. My lists became reserved for Work Logs and grocery shopping. The work logs were still created the evening before but lacked time lines. Grocery lists included the essentials, non-essential items were selected after I was able to scratch off everything else on my list.
In recent years I got away from lists altogether. Ii roamed through my days aimlessly, only doing what I wanted, what my lousy memory could store. That was the worst week of my life.
I’ll admit, the Do’r life is not for the masses, the weak at heart. Do’rs are true to dis...we ain’t new to dis. But if your life is chaotic...you better get you some.
