Love and Lists

Yeah, love and lists. Let’s get the icky love stuff out of the way first. ;)

I have mixed feelings about Valentine’s Day.

On the one hand, it’s a commercial scam to get people to buy chocolates and out-of-season flowers and jewelry and go out to dinner. It usually ends up making people who have someone to call their valentine all panicky and guilty because they have to find a good present (but then you know how I feel about obligatory gift giving) and it makes a lot of the people without valentines for whatever reason feel lonely and dissatisfied and otherwise depressed. For all those reasons, I wish somebody would do away with Valentine’s Day. It’s not worth the trouble.

On the other hand, I have a special place in my heart for February 14th, because that’s when Matt and I went on our first Official Date. There were a few Not-Dates before that, because neither of us was allegedly interested in dating at the time, but by this date five years ago we’d given up and finally admitted we were interested, and we went out for dinner and a movie. We were surprised at the number of couples who were out to eat, and suddenly we realized it was Valentine’s Day and neither of us had even realized it.

Let me just say I was appalled. I mean, really. What kind of sappy romantic cheeseballs go on their first date on Valentine’s Day? Apparently, we do. I won’t bore you with the details of all the reasons I was appalled, but some of them were good and some were sort of lame. But really, honestly, we didn’t do it on purpose. If it makes any difference, the movie we saw was really terrible. Bad Valentine’s Day date. That makes up for some of the romantic sappiness, right?

In any event, I remember this anniversary more easily than our wedding anniversary most of the time, but maybe that’s because they make candy just for the occasion and plaster the entire world with pink and red for a month beforehand. Hey, if somebody would start hanging up big “Happy Anniversary, Matt and Betsy” posters everywhere starting in early May, I’d probably remember it before I see the calendar that morning.

So that’s my Valentine’s Day dichotomy. Stupid holiday; happy anniversary. End icky love discussion. ;)

Now, on to the lists. There’s a lot that needs to get done, but I’ve been putting it off for one reason or another. My work schedule has changed, so that now I’ll have more time for writing and a more stable work schedule, which should help me find a groove. I work well with grooves, and I need to be working well.

In an effort to kick-start that, I’ve made myself a list. Normally, my lists are of all the things that need to get done rightnowtoday. This list is of all the things I’ve been meaning to do for however long (more than a month, most of them) but I haven’t quite gotten to them. Some of them don’t have deadlines. Some of them have deadlines that have passed. Some are just annoying, and I don’t want to do them.

There are 11 things on my list today, and I have 3 of them checked off already. I intend to check off at least six more before the end of the day, and have the remaining two tasks at least halfway finished, so that I can mark them off by tomorrow night. Then I won’t have things to worry about instead of actually getting other important things done.

I’ll be able to focus on writing and all the other important things instead of wallow in my chronic inability to finish everyday tasks.

For a little while, at least. :)

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One Response to Love and Lists

  1. TerriAnne says:

    I know what you mean about Valentine’s Day; we ignore it. If we have a ‘romantic gesture’ day, it’s our wedding anniversary, or the weekend nearest to that instead. It’s a day that actually means something to us.

    Lists are good too; I have a long-term fondness for lists. They can help make the overwhelming look less so, and give you the feeling that you’ve gotten underway, just by being organised enough to have one.

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