To Do List
My life is made up of charts.
I have an appointment book that quite literally maps out everything in my life, and that screams one thing: I have no free time.
My days have become blurs. I feel like I'm always rushing: to get somewhere, to fulfill goals, to cross off an item on my to do list. And more often than not I find myself refreshing my email, praying that I get an email from my publisher that holds good news about books I've submitted. This news, this seemingly good news, would only create less free time for me.
My life is constantly about living in the future. And although I seem to go with the flow, I have to plan or my life will basically fall apart. Without my daily planner, I would never get to work on time, I would never remember to babysit, and my deadlines for my publisher would always be sent in late.
I have had a goal in mind. I promised myself that this summer I wouldn't take classes like I always do, and I would relax for the first time ever. But, like an idiot, I have planned the shit out of my summer already. I'll be studying for the GRE, taking the GRE, sending in grad school apps, editing my books, and babysitting constantly.
I justify my plans every year and say that it's okay. I say things like, "I'll be happy when I have the paycheck!" And then I wonder why I come down with Mono, Lyme, or Bronchitis.
My life is a schedule. And it's been that way since I went off to college.
Why? Because I have goals.
My college experience has been exhausting. My life has been tiring. Living in the publishing world has been time consuming. But I have so much to show for it.
Yesterday I was talking to an old friend about her college experience. She's been doing the things that I did my freshmen year. She's constantly dating, she's partying, she's not focused on class or work. This landed her with a 2.5 GPA and a drinking problem.
Sure, my college experience wasn't typical. While some girls were drinking on Thursday nights, I was up late writing. While some boys were going to clubs on Saturdays, I was babysitting for an infant. That's not the normal? I know. But my to do list life has landed me with positive experiences and definitely taught me that I can do anything I set my mind to.
Yes, I'm exhausted and busy and don't even have time to pencil in the gym. But that's fine with me because I'm living. I'm setting goals, I'm reaching them, and I'm pushing myself.
My To-Do-List may be long, but I think it's better than a short list that only pencils in shots, red solo cups, and hookups.
I have an appointment book that quite literally maps out everything in my life, and that screams one thing: I have no free time.
My days have become blurs. I feel like I'm always rushing: to get somewhere, to fulfill goals, to cross off an item on my to do list. And more often than not I find myself refreshing my email, praying that I get an email from my publisher that holds good news about books I've submitted. This news, this seemingly good news, would only create less free time for me.
My life is constantly about living in the future. And although I seem to go with the flow, I have to plan or my life will basically fall apart. Without my daily planner, I would never get to work on time, I would never remember to babysit, and my deadlines for my publisher would always be sent in late.
I have had a goal in mind. I promised myself that this summer I wouldn't take classes like I always do, and I would relax for the first time ever. But, like an idiot, I have planned the shit out of my summer already. I'll be studying for the GRE, taking the GRE, sending in grad school apps, editing my books, and babysitting constantly.
I justify my plans every year and say that it's okay. I say things like, "I'll be happy when I have the paycheck!" And then I wonder why I come down with Mono, Lyme, or Bronchitis.
My life is a schedule. And it's been that way since I went off to college.
Why? Because I have goals.
My college experience has been exhausting. My life has been tiring. Living in the publishing world has been time consuming. But I have so much to show for it.
Yesterday I was talking to an old friend about her college experience. She's been doing the things that I did my freshmen year. She's constantly dating, she's partying, she's not focused on class or work. This landed her with a 2.5 GPA and a drinking problem.
Sure, my college experience wasn't typical. While some girls were drinking on Thursday nights, I was up late writing. While some boys were going to clubs on Saturdays, I was babysitting for an infant. That's not the normal? I know. But my to do list life has landed me with positive experiences and definitely taught me that I can do anything I set my mind to.
Yes, I'm exhausted and busy and don't even have time to pencil in the gym. But that's fine with me because I'm living. I'm setting goals, I'm reaching them, and I'm pushing myself.
My To-Do-List may be long, but I think it's better than a short list that only pencils in shots, red solo cups, and hookups.
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