I’m a list maker, a planner, a thinker.
Each work day, I consider what needs to be done and I cross the items off as I accomplish them. Copy handouts. Grade essays. Write test. Plan next week.
The same thing happens at home. Clean bathroom. Do laundry. Trim dogs’ nails. Wash dishes.
I’m always thinking about what’s next, what needs to be done. Planning is not only enjoyable to me. It’s how my brain works. At work, I’m already considering next year and how I’ll change the lessons I did this year. What I’ll tweak, add, toss. At home, there is much to do on our new place. It’s hard even to know where to begin. Cut down dead and dying trees. Pull out mulberry bush. Plant flowers. Plant garden. Build outhouse. Build treehouse. What about fixing the pool? When will we start on the cottage? I overwhelm myself sometimes.
Sometimes, I have to stop. I need to enjoy the present.
Over spring break last week, I could have spent the whole week working and planning for school. But I would have missed out on lunch with a friend, naps in the recliner, a journey through a good book.
I could bury my face in my computer or my books, researching and planning what’s next on the farm. But then I might not relish the kitten sleeping in my lap.
I need to add some things to my to-do list:
Enjoy the moment.