To Do List.

poem

When my responsibilities get too heavy (like the season I’m in now) I turn my prayers into to do lists.

Though I have a spreadsheet bookmarked with clean lines and prepared spaces, my tasks often find themselves on whatever scrap piece of paper is lying on the kitchen counter.

I think this is because physically checking the boxes off is its own kind of therapy.

Seeing the progress in real time seems to make it just a bit realer for the part of me that needs to know my effort can make a difference.

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