The Magic of Lists

Lists can be damn magical. If you've ever written down goals (or even just basic things that need to get done) and knocked them off your list you realize the power in lists. For me, the sheer act of writing it down and bringing it from a thought to something I can see and look at is very powerful.

It is how I quit a job I hated once upon a time and still it serves me. The list. The magic list.

I've been super productive during the pandemic and steady knocking off things on my list. From simple things like "clean fridge" to big stinky tasks like register car, get legal, etc. Just knocked that one off yesterday and it feels amazing to have my freedom back. To know I can go anywhere now without having to dodge cops and tickets. To be able to drive to do fun stuff like hiking at State Parks, etc. Unless you've ever lived in an outlaw sort of way, where one ticket is your ruination because you are broke... You might not understand what a big thing this is for me. I feel free from my shackles. At last!

I've taken on some side gig work on top of all my other side gigs to help me knock more things off my list. The car needs new tires and some work so that's next on my LIST. As is laying the groundwork for a little venture I've been thinking about. I feel like I'm crawling out of a deep hole finally and I'm doing it in the middle of a pandemic. And I'm doing it with a list and unstoppable determination to see it through.

All the side gigs mean no free time for awhile but that's ok. I'm in work hard and achieve mode right now and my free time will be sweeter when it comes my way.

Lists...I highly recommend. It's the first step to everything.

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