I am task oriented. What I mean is, I assign myself tasks and then spend the day attempting to complete them. I always have a mental check list in my brain and sometimes, I even transfer that check list to a piece of paper.
Today, for example:
- Make coffee and toast. Clean up the midnight snack debris while the water boils and the toast browns.
- Get a load of laundry started
- Send out a couple of email blasts, check email both business and personal and respond where necessary
- Read a couple of chapters in Daisy Goodwin’s Victoria — the novel the PBS Series is based upon.
- Start working on my summer crochet projects, which mean crocheting with thread again. My thread order FINALLY came in yesterday, so I am eager to get started on a pair of Bridal Gloves and Steampunk Gears.
- Hang laundry up on my little portable clothes dryer as my electric clothes dryer is kaput and my resident dryer repairman doesn’t seem interested in repairing the clothes dryer. It is his dryer, and even though I offered to pay for new parts, he hasn’t even diagnosed the problem, officially, which is likely just the selector switch.
- Create a blog entry.
- And so forth…
I could have added in, make the bed, brush the teeth, hang up yesterday’s clothes that have been casually thrown across the bedroom chair, eating lunch, ad nauseum, but I will spare you those tiny details.
The point to all of this is, my day is a series of tasks and by making a mental (or physical) list, I can get a lot accomplished. I have spent my life making mental lists. I seem to have the most fun when creating a list.
Does that make me organized?
No, emphatically! I am scattered and without focus. The only thing I truly focus on is list-making. Not necessarily list-following.
Such is life.