The days go by too quickly. From Sunday night, when I’m trying to jam in 11 things I neglected to do all weekend, to Wednesday morning spin class, to any old sugar-infused pick-me-up on a workday afternoon, I’m always wondering: how is it that I accomplish less and less the older I get? Why can’t I get more done on any given day?
My new strategy is outlining. I’m a to-do list addict. I make one every week (and because of the already mentioned inability to get shit done, at least half of the items from any given week are imported to the next week’s… to the next, and the next…). But I’m getting even more anal, and creating outlines for everything from what I’m going to wear to what I’m going to eat.
Yep, that anal.
I just feel like I waste so much time trying to figure out my shoes or jewelry in the morning. Or blindly roaming Whole Foods, trying to find a fast, easy dinner that is going to nourish me on both a health and guilty pleasure level. So by mapping these things out, I’m hoping I feel more in control, can eke out a few more minutes of precious time each day, and then…
… indulge in things that are truly nourishing. Like reading. Petting Milo. Catching up with friends on the telephone (remember that archaic device??). And just… thinking.
Sounds heavenly, doesn't it?