I have a list. The list lives on my bathroom door (courtesy of Michael’s craft store and awesome pens that write on glass). I see the list every day several times from the front as it’s meant to be read. I see the list once a day from behind as it’s not supposed to be read and I know the list by heart.
There are only seven items on the list: it’s my job list, the über-to-do-list. One through seven: the things that generate income or might generate income, my projects, my jobs, my films, my ‘stuff’. It’s a very diverse portfolio. Ever since I started the list good things are happening. Why?
Simple: I have the list. I look at the list many times a day, …but I repeat myself. And that’s the point. I have a tendency to get completely immersed in what I’m doing to the point of (mild, very mild) obsession. So the list gets me back on track.
Item #1 is my obsession du jour, Item #2: need to schedule a half day to finish reading the article. Item #3: have to follow up with client. Item #4: a quick phone call to keep the ball moving. Item #5: need to invoice. All my balls in the air and not, as pre-shopping spree to Michael’s, two in the air and the rest collecting dust in the corner.
ANY portfolio has to be diversified and so does mine as a small business owner and a filmmaker and a freelancer and consultant and a gym class teacher and a crazy woman. What? Yes, that too. I had a friend visit and I guess he couldn’t resist. The day after his visit I realized that I had an item #8 on my list. It read “crazy woman” and decidedly in a different hand. So, it wasn’t me sleepwalking. I take my newest job very seriously: crazy woman, yes sir.
I love your calm and orderly approach to life. And lists. I so do not see you as a crazy woman though. Uh-uhn. Sane in a very beautiful way.