A Really Full Life


Lists. Somedays they litter my house, car, and purse like crumpled peanut bags at the Ballpark. I love making lists. A list gets stuff out of my head and into the world where I can quit ‘feeling’ it floating between my synapses, and worrying my neurons about the hows and whens of Getting Things Done. Today I came across a post on a newly discovered blog. Dated several years ago, it’s a… Read More