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Making a List and Checking It Twice

I have been known to panic. It's part of my personality. My control-freak nature doesn't allow me to feel okay with just coasting.

And so on the weekend, I had in my mind that I had SO MUCH TO DO!! and that I needed tons of days to get it done. How was I going to manage?

Ah, my favourite part - making a list. Write down everything that is in your head and make a list. Perfect.

This must be why I like writing so much. It orgainzes my thoughts. It allows me to express myself.

So, after I wrote the list last night, I realized, that I don't actually have that much to do. It's more about the people that I have to see before I go. It didn't seem this difficult last time I left. I think perhaps I've been a bit lazy and selective with my time this time round. And now, when it has come down to the last week, I have all these people I have not yet seen and would like to see before I go.

I will probably have to start instituting the "I'm here. If you want to see me, come on over."

As I looked at the other things on the list last night, it was not so overwhelming. I also gave myself a schedule to get things done.

I must say, I don't know what I'm going to do not being able to update this regularly. When we first arrive, I'm pretty sure we'll be relying on internet cafes etc. to access the internet.

Today, I'm off to assess the luggage-clothing situation. It's a bit different this time as I'm not backpacking around Europe but actually living in Belfast so I need to make sure I have an appropriate wardrobe. Last year, I looked like a peasant - with only four workoutfits, how was I supposed to pull off a five day work week?

So, off to check things off the list. I will feel very satisfied.

Considering the first thing on last week's list was "Cancel Credit Card" I have been unable to complete anything. And I still haven't heard from that *nice* persuading dork of a guy at the credit card company about any changes.

Guess I'll have to call again and cancel my card.


On a reading note, I really got into another blog the other day - Leukemia This guy has amazing prose and also, an incredible story. I was most intrigued by his England section, where he talks about finding out. If you've got a half an hour, have a sift through. It's amazing stuff.


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