Dilluted

Yesterday, I was sitting in my hot tub and going through a French lesson, crushing it, and I felt totally at peace with everything ever.

Then today I felt, like, the opposite.
I went on a walk, though, to clear my mind, thoughts, and glasses, and I decided that I needed to make a to-do list.
To-do lists seem to simplify my woes; they always have. But I have a bad habit of putting really easy tasks next to really hard ones:

1. Eat a cheerio.
2. Publish a book.

So today, I was like, Okay, Allie- keep it light. Keep it easy. That way you can get stuff done. You love getting stuff done according to your predictive index.

My to-do list came out to about five things. And only like half of them are "hard", and by "hard" I mean time-consuming.
And so I look down at my measly list like- What was I so freaked out about? I can probably get all of these done by the middle of next week.

I guess when I got out of school, I got out of the to-do making list model because my life didn't have due dates or semesters anymore.

People always tell you that when you get out into the "real world" (as if that's an actual place), that you'll miss being in school.
I don't really miss being in school; I miss quirky little things about it.

Like doodling in my notes before class. Or sunning myself in the chairs on the third floor of the college of business right before a final. Or trying to stifle laughter in the computer lab.

I still doodle, and sun myself, and stifle laughter sometimes. Still, there are no things like those things.

But I'm bringing back the to-do list.
And Jansen's going to make A's.

Some days I just don't feel like listening to music,
TWS