I’m going to go with “making a to-do list for 200 Alex”.
The very odd time I will actually write down a to-do list but most of the time there’s this stubborn Type B part of me refuses.
My older sister, Corinne, is textbook Type A and has lists all over the place. Lists for the day, lists for the morning, a list for her husband, a list for the kids.
She’s super organized. And I refuse to be so.
Don’t ask me why. Oh actually I know why, it’s because some part of my brain wants to categorize people and ideas or put them in their boxes. Like, oh she is like that or she does that, and because I am this, I do the opposite. It’s rather childish.
Sometimes I write down things I need from the store that I absolutely don’t want to forget, like hairspray, vanilla, the essentials. But when it comes to ingredients for supper, I’ll write “stuff for supper” on the list or just “supper” and I’ll know what I mean.
Then I’m left wandering through the store, searching both my brain and the aisles for all of the items I need to make supper.
Maybe I’m a bit stubborn.
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