- Tasks, organised by type (freelance, personal life, money owed, money loaned, etc. Long-term projects get their own special separate lists)
- Shopping list
- Things to pack for a given trip
- Talking points for given events... or just to have a handle on what I want to say if I have my hand raised
- Things I'd like to watch, and who referred them
- Things I might read, and who referred them
- Books I've read—the longest list running in terms of seniority. I think it's about six years old?
- Shows I'm currently watching and have completed, plus notes on who referred them and how I generally feel about them
- Articles or stories I'd like to write
- Articles or stories written on a given day, and the word count (20.000 words at MIP alone!)
- People I hang out with (full name, current job title, date, location, what we discussed, photo)
- Things I may like to buy—a list I often forget about, but that's by design. When I open the list again, sometimes years later, I buy the thing if I still want it and the timing is right. Or I delete it, because it's otherwise taking up room on the list
- Potentially cool book ideas
- Potentially cool business ideas
- Patterns I'd like to knit—possibly my youngest list
- Things to be grateful for—not often updated, but generally updated in times of duress. It's a good exercise
- People to buy presents for, and/or presents to buy people, and why
I think that's everything, but I can't really be sure. Written out like this, it seems a bit manic. But the funny thing about lists is that they become religions, planets around which I orbit, gravitational anchors to keep from spinning into chaos.
It's possible that I do this because, like marketing people frenetically counting Likes, it's an easy way to mark progress. And maybe at some point, these small demarcations of a life will yield a deeper thing I'm trying to keep track of but can't quite put a finger on.
It's possible that I do this because, like marketing people frenetically counting Likes, it's an easy way to mark progress. And maybe at some point, these small demarcations of a life will yield a deeper thing I'm trying to keep track of but can't quite put a finger on.
That's about all I have to say about lists.