I’ve always loved a list. And a note book. I’ve got thousands but lately for some reason I’ve got out of the list habit and I’m not sure why. My favourite list when I was younger was the holiday packing list. The clothes part, working out how many tops and shorts I’d need, and then the more exciting part – which books to take… do I take a hairdryer or risk it with what they might have there… do I really need that fifth pair of flip flops…
These days, well recently anyway, the only lists I seem to make are the scrambled ones written in the supermarket car park on the back of a receipt I should have filed ages ago. So my head quite often now feels a bit jumbled. I forget things (I very nearly forgot an order this week I have to admit… I remembered in time and it was delivered in time but someone was very nearly lacking in brownie goodness. And no-one wants to be lacking in brownie goodness.)
I was moaning to my sister the other day about it – half my brain is a flowery wedding mess, the other half consists of uncooked brownie batter. She said make lists! Make lists that have stupid little things on just so you can tick the stupid little things off and feel better! My own pro list tip is this: if you make a list a little late in the day – add on the stuff you’ve already done. And then tick it off. Genius.
Anyway. Today I wrote a list. It included things like ‘make lunch’ and ‘make tea’ and even ‘hang the washing out’ alongside ‘make 4 million trays of brownies’ and ‘make 2000 batches of caramel’. I got on with it all, ticked it all off and here I am at 5.20pm rushing this out so that I can squeeze in a run (yes, a real run, outside and everything. Not even sure who I am anymore.) before dropping my mum somewhere then racing back, prettifying myself up and heading out for dinner. All in a day’s work.
Seriously, write a list. It might just change your life.