“You’d tell me if I had B.O., right?” I called across the house.
“Why? When was the last time you took a shower?”
“Errrm, I can’t remember.”
*Chuckling* “Yeah, babe, if you can’t remember, then it’s a sign to take one.”
As these mornings have unfolded in the new house, even though it’s closer to work, I’ve still been barely managing to make it to work on time. Partly this is because J and I take some time in the morning to talk and be cute, partly it’s because I’m living out of a handful of shopping bags that I’ve moved over from Oakland so nothing feels routine, and partly because I have that drowsing in my head that says, “You live closer to work now, you have more time, go slow!” so maybe I’m not quite as rushed as I felt in Oakland…which was and is part of the luxury of living here in the first place!!
So, this morning, I began to write down a list, not a litany. (The other day, J intoned to me, as I rattled off all the things I needed to do, “A list, not a litany,” as I’ve chanted to him! Damnit that he listens to me!)
On the list is (yes) shower, talk to boss, exercise, call a mover, look up a Roomba, holiday cards, call my Dad (for his birthday which was on Tuesday and I didn’t call)… and, frankly, the list does go on.
But at least it’s there. When it is a litany, it is unmanageable and unactionable. There’s no toe-hold to make movement from when I’m rattling and lamenting. But, with a list, there are concrete steps, even if they feel overwhelming as a whole.
One checkbox at a time and many of the items will be ticked off. The move is temporary, the 7th grade trip will be confirmed, my dad only has a birthday once a year.
Sure, several of the items are daily (or should be!), like showering, blogging and meditating, but it reminds me only that I need to re-print and re-start my Habit Calendar, which had helped me to keep track of all the daily, weekly, and monthly items I needed.
A list trumps a litany any day. A list connotes order. A list infers completion.
So, first, dear reader: A shower.