When one has a few too many pies with one's fingers poked in them, one begins to behave oddly.
Oh, to be sure, the pies are small. Strictly speaking they could be considered tarts actually. But pies nonetheless.
In response to so many little projects, I tend to make more lists. Perhaps more lists than are actually necessary to get the job done... Oh not the ACTUAL jobs mind you, just the job of listmaking.
I have three hanging calendars, one large homemade day book, one 'flat on the desk' calendar and a journal that I am keeping 'things to do' lists in or on.
And just the other day, I bought an engagement calendar because I .... because I....
(She's blushing from shame. Such a lovely sight...)
Because I thought I needed a more detailed place to put my things to do....
It's sad really. I realize I am making myself nuts with all this list making.
But I can't seem to stop.
I really do have a lot to keep track of... honestly. Art class schedules, yoga times, Dr. appointments, grocery lists, household chore lists, 'things I promised I would do' lists, and finally, my personal project lists. You know, the fun stuff. Knitting, art, gifts, book club information, personal study goals, oh yeah, and my list of people I intend to write a really real letter to. I decided I needed the groundedness of some paper, ink, and stamps right now. The tangible factor is lacking. I figured that would be a good way to spend some chilly winter evenings.
I thought I had this base covered when I printed up my daybook in September, but for some reason it is just not cutting the mustard any more. I guess you could say my list making needs are 'evolving'.
(How about..... 'morphing into Dementedland'?)
I just looked up the definition of 'demented' and of course in there are two words. Mad and Insane, both of which are defined this way:
mentally disordered
ERGO! Making lots and lots of LISTS will help me keep my mentallies in order.
See?
Easy Peasy.
Make lists. Stay organized. Stay mentally ordered.
Keep from losing one's mentals.
I rest my case.
(Yes, you ARE a case alright. No question about it. I think it's time to call in The Quack. I'll take care of it. I've got him on speed dial.)