List-less: for over-thinkers, over-planners, and over-its

I quit lists.

Making them. Carrying them. Doing things that require them.

Functional. Aspirational. Gone.

It’s an experiment, both loving and brutal. Yes.

Because I’m wondering what might happen if I stop piling things on the plate of my future self.

And I’m watching to see what I choose if I must choose in the moment.

Act or release. Now or maybe never.

Trusting the vital to float back to the surface – at the grocery store, in my work, and in my self.

I’m anticipating little deaths. These will make way for bigger life.

I list my life away, you see.

Maybe you do it, too.

Or maybe you practice some other form of  life-postponement and pretend it’s just organisation.

If that’s the case, I wrote this little list for you, my love. Carry it in your pocket if you wish:

live.

life.

now.

xo