I woke up this morning thinking of the to-do list I compiled over the weekend of outside work tasks. And then I started thinking about work and building the to-do list for things there. And I suddenly realized my life is a series of unending, incompletable to do lists. No matter how many things I finish, they are never done. There's always a new list waiting in the wings.
I suppose that kind of is life, in some ways. (I refuse to accept that that is life in all ways. How boring would that be!) And there are some upsides to that concept. But on a Monday morning when you just want to hit snooze, I gotta tell you, it's not very motivating. And it definitely can't compete with my bed.
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