I remember making lists as a child. I still do. I list and list and list. I make grocery lists and lists of chores for the day, lists of things I need to get rid of, lists of things I need to acquire, lists of appointments, and lists of work hours vs working hours.
All the while, I’m figuring out how much time I have to make more lists. There are lists everywhere. The one thing that seldom makes it onto a list is the time when I do none of that. Continue reading B, The Right Type of Type A