I kind of promised this friend that I wouldn't make lists, and I've been making a lot of them. Not just your average todo lists, no, I'm talking about elaborately sorted things to do in the morning, afternoon and evening. Things to warm up to other things, but since I sleep in, most of the really hard important stuff doesn't get done.
So this promise was made a long time ago, and I sort of thought it was a time-delimited promise, but he keeps telling me that I shouldn't make lists. And I've been feeling bad about it and yet I know he's probably right.
My argument is that I'll never get anything done. Some people would say "So? It's not important for you to get anything done." (Here's where it divides.) one group says, "God is the one who needs to get things done," and the other group says "You're a failure, you failed and so you don't deserve to get anything done."
His argument is "Sacrifice." Another God thing that I'll probably never understand.
Listening to these people is surely death. Death by the cross or death by depression. I haven't figured out the cross bit, yet, but I know I don't want to die by depression. I feel buried in this house. I've only left by going shopping for clothes yesterday.
So I'm dying in a house. I can't make lists (or schedules) or my conscience offends me and I can't seem to stick with a routine.
I can clean and cook, walk dogs, type 45 wpm, and am certified in CPR and First Aid.
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