lists
there are people who don't need and don't use lists. I am not one of them. I use lists. I list to-dos - for the day, for the week, for the month. I'd probably have a to-do list for my life if I thought I were going to live that long. I have lists of books to read and books to buy. I have lists of things I'm trying to get done. I had a list of kinds of programs I wanted to write. I once had a list of topics to address in a poem. I had a list of places to go on my Harley. somewhere I have a list of philosophical questions to consider - I think they're philosophical, but after some reading, I suspect philosophers wouldn't think so. I once made a list of lists I had made on my computers, where I could find each list, and what the list was intended for. a friend once teased me that if I just did the things I thought of without making lists, I'd probably finish the things I want to do. I told her yeah, maybe, but I'd never know, since I wouldn't have crossed it off my list. I may be a bit manic about lists, but they're about the most useful tool I have to gather all the scattered splinters of this mind and focus for a while on getting something done.
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