Before bed, I scrawl out ten or fifteen things I hope to accomplish the following day. If I didn't do this, I'd spend the first half of my day just trying to get my blubbery self together, but by nightfall, thoughts of, 'I- shoulda-coulda-done-this-or-that, would be floating through my head. Ah, the bedtime recriminations! So unhealthy for a Lymie!
Hence, the To-Do list allows me to sleep confidently, knowing I'll know where to put my wandering energies upon arising.
Problem is, as a stubborn type-A'er, I tend to forget I'm sick when I think of what I need to do the following day, and end up making a To-Do list better suited for Superman.
Sometimes, I catch myself, but justify the two thousand activities by telling myself, "Well, just in case you have extra time, you'll have something else to catch up on..."
When do I EVER have extra time? When do I ever finish the To-Do list with time to spare? Never!
So the thing intended to reduce my daily stress levels has, at times, put me in fast-forward mode, as I strive to accomplish all the daily goals I set for myself.
Why can't I let some of it go? Do I really need to do laundry today? Can't I make do with the blow-out pair of undies? (JK...)
Anyway, I'm learning that cutting my daily responsibilities down to size is a crucial step in my healing process. The To-Do-Or-Die list creates pressure to perform--which is an immense stress on the adrenal glands.
But it yet surprises me how difficult it is to counter the crazy notions of accomplishment!
Still, the To-Do list remains a useful tool for my tired existence, as long as I am able to discern when enough is enough.