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January 10, 2024 - A 'must-dos' list

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This morning while I was waiting for the coffee I wrote out a list of the things I want to do every day:

  • duolingo (15m, am)
  • walk (30m, day)
  • 500 words (15m, am)
  • blog post (30m, day)
  • hobonichi (15m, pm)
  • 7 things journal (15m, pm)

These are the things that (I’ve noticed), if I’ve done them, I feel good about my day. 30 minutes in the morning, an hour during the day, and then 30 minutes in the evening.

These are other things I would like to do, if not daily, then at least weekly:

  • sew clothes
  • play piano
  • take and edit photos
  • water and take care of the garden

And then these are the things that already take up a chunk of my time in a normal week:

  • take Leila to school (and help her get ready)
  • work
  • pick Leila up, little things in the village, etc
  • make dinner
  • karate twice a week
  • D&D two nights a week
  • writing group fortnightly

Last year I’d been feeling like things were slipping;” things I wanted to do were somehow getting bumped to the bottom of the list of todos. That’s why I want to have a relatively inflexible list of must-dos as I go into the new year, to lock in that 30 minutes in the morning, 1 hour during the day, and 30 minutes in the evening, in order to make sure that at a minimum I’m doing some things that I’ll feel happy about even if my day is busy.

Even if work is busy I imagine that I can make these things happen, though I’ll need to be a little more organised about the evening things on Thursdays, which are my busiest days, when I have to sort out an early dinner for Leila and I (we call Mondays and Thursdays fend for yourself” nights because L+I have karate and so we eat something small, a little early), then go to karate, then home for a fast shower, and then I have D+D, that often goes till at least 11. But if I do my 7 Things journalling and my hobonichi maybe while I’m eating and before I put on my Gi/get ready, that could become something automatic.

It all seems so horribly rigid. But if I can lock these things in, in my mind, they’ll get done.

At the back of my mind is some niggling sense that I don’t know whether I can fit in trips to the writing studio as much as I would like. It all seems quite grand: trips into the city to have some people time” around humans during the day, to wander around Cuba street when I’m not writing, to perhaps catch the ferry in on a regular basis. But it is starting to feel like a bit of a bother, which doesn’t exactly bode well. It’s interesting to note, in any case.