I have lists of lists

I have lists of lists and tidying the various bits of paper on which they're scribbled is a job in and of itself. My lists extend into sub-lists. Each idea is a spring for promises. With years-old undone to-do lists surfacing all the time, the mounting backlog is insurmountable. I must give up on lists. Stop putting off the possible. An improved work ethic's the answer. I sit and write a new list. Cut out all the bullshit. A few things I must do next Monday. I imagine the me of next Monday: so much bolder and more sunshine-wrapped. It's simple. Having put things in order I'll reward myself with a little nap.