Lists

I love lists.

I love writing a long list, like a to-do list or a shopping list, and hanging it on my fridge or putting it right by my planner where I can see it all the time.

As a matter of fact, I always keep a pad of really cute paper on my refrigerator (like, right now, it says "When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade! and has bright green flowers and lemons in the background) so that I can write on it when I run out of something.

During my second-to-the-last semester of college, I had to make an hour-by-hour list of everything I had to do. I even wrote in free-time.

On a weirder note, I once made a list of everything I had in my freezer and labeled it "Freezer Inventory," so that I knew what I could make for dinner.

What can I say? Lists keep me organized.

And what do I like better than making lists?

Crossing things off them!

There's a certain amount of satisfaction I get from crossing something out.

Maybe it's because it means I'm getting things done. Or maybe it's just because then I can make a new list.