I make lists. I love lists. I make lists just to cross items off the list. I start each day with a list. Well yesterday, I did not make a list. I just did what a felt like doing whenever I felt like doing it. I had the most productive and gratifying day in a long time. I might even go so far as to say I felt free, and did not experience a moment's guilt for doing what I wanted to do.
I think and act in a stream of consciousness.
My thoughts are not necessarily in any kind of order.
I think in lists
I am a "how to" kind of girl, and love the how way more than the why
Having to write something (complete sentences/paragraphs) completely stops me
Wed, April 6 update:
I think I just figured out why my day without a list was so great.
I was free to do whatever I wanted without the guilt of needing to finish something else first. I'm sitting here at my desk, with ideas flying into my head, but I feel like, because I'm at work, I can't act on them. All the ideas are taking up space in my head, and now I'm stuck because I'm struggling with what I want to do and what I feel I should do.
Inspiration and obligation are battling each other.