I am not resentful of much - I promise. But there is one thing. Tall, long, and all - on white paper with tacky little numbers that stare out at me on a regular basis. And the worst part about it is that I need it. We have a love hate relationship. I love myself when the list is smaller, or complete, and I hate myself when I let a day go by without being able to cross out at least one thing. To Do Lists are the pits - and my list runs my life.
I have always been ambitious. And in my youth, I was known for taking on more than I can handle. But I thought that I worked through those issues. I normally don't question myself, but sometimes, on days where the list is in its prime and towering - I wonder if I am a victim of overdoing it.