List making… why do I abhor it so?
I don’t understand why list making is so abhorrent to me. I know that when I make lists, that I accomplish what is on it, and yet sitting down and making a list? My inner being yells NO!
Sometimes I think it is the right-brained me who hates barriers. A list is definitely a barrier as it defines what I need to do and I am more a ‘fly by the seat of my pants’ kind of girl. But, as I check things off a list and see it get completed, I gain an incredible inner sense of satisfaction. And yet… I still loathe lists.
As long as I can remember, I have hated being told what to do; albeit not in every circumstance. I am a rule-follower by nature and I enjoy following and being guided. Ordered? Not so much. Someone orders me to do something and every molecule in my body shouts to fight against it.
Hmm. So do lists shout at me? Are they an order from some other dimension?
Maybe I need to start viewing lists as something different, as a help, a guide, and a friendly leader who is trying to help me achieve my goals.
Wait, am I having an epiphany? A list does get me where I want to be in life. It helps me get through all the must-dos in any given day so that I can accomplish my goals and continue along the road I have chosen. So maybe lists are a good thing?
… Nah! I still detest lists.