We all have lists. Grocery lists, book lists, todos. Some items are for the near term, others for the long. The items on these lists often give our lives dimension, colour. Sometimes they only lend clutter and angst. After the birth of our first child, my fun lists went away and my todo list blossomed into an intimidating hairy green monster.
I resolved to change all of that this evening. I made myself a few small promises: start writing again; be it blogging, short stories, poetry, no more excuses; clean my inbox of the five thousand items that have clogged it; organize my bookmarks into a resource I can leverage. I am pleased to report that I have completed all of these items, which frees me to begin work on my domestic responsibilities. I have atrophied in suburbia: my muscles and mind. I will get back to zero and rebuild. It only takes crossing a few items of a list to get the momentum going.