On the eve..
I used to be one of those make a buncha lists--never get shit done, people. Yep, I'd fire off a zillion things-to-do.. on crappy little pieces of scrap. in neat 'n tidy professional notepads I'd steal from work. on the back of Chipotle napkins. in pretty little fabric covered journals. on the back of junk mail envelopes.. the lists went on and on. and on. work-agenda lists. people I needed to email, text, and call, lists. lists of weird ingredients for recipes I'd hope to get around to that weekend. actual grocery lists for actual food that I actually ate. lists of books I wanted to read, people I meant to write sympathy cards to, essential oils I wanted to sniff, you name it. I'd wake up to lists on my nightstand. On the kitchen counter. I'd find them in the center console in my car. Lists were growing out of my ears like corkscrew noodles. The best part (meaning the wo...