The List

It's creeping up on me - this weekend, when so many things are my responsibility, and I am prepared for NONE of them. I'm dabbling in the art of overscheduling myself this week, and it appears that I'm capable. I can create too much junk for me. But it's all good junk (and so I guess I need a new word).

My List of things to do (including blogging, because - duh!) is whittling down this morning, and some things have to be put aside. And some things that I've procrastinated for far too long have to shoot to the top of The List and be dealt with NOW NOW NOW.

Tomorrow, though, there's only one thing on my calendar. The rest of that empty space is a thrill to me, I can admit. Even though the things this week is full of are great, and important, and even fun, it turns out that I am that girl who would rather have nothing to do. The girl who would rather read a book than host a luncheon. Who would rather take a bath than volunteer at school. The girl who would rather make a family dinner than go to a meeting, rather haul kids around than get a job, rather write than perform for a crowd.

But for this week (minus beautiful, beautiful tomorrow) I will do those other things. With a smile. And I'll be glad to do them. And then, after it's over, I'll remember how to say "no, thank you" and be here, home, at the computer, relearning how to do that thing I love. That creative thing where words come pouring out of my fingertips and fill pages with giggles and sometimes tears. That thing that's going back on the top of The List.