My mind is susceptible to detail overload: my thoughts become wild and race away in different directions. I am always so indecisive on which one of them to follow that I lose copious amounts of efficiency—it practically bleeds out of me. To offset this, I make lists.

I have been a list-maker for as long as I can remember. I feel this weird obligation to the almighty list. If it's on the list, I have to do it. Soon. This obligation makes lists the perfect weapon against my mental blur.

First thing Monday morning, I scribble down the big things I want to get done by the end of the week. As the week winds down, I start making lists for the tasks that pop up after Monday. Knowing I would have to spend a few hours working (from home) this weekend, I made an updated list yesterday morning when I got to work.

As I was cleaning my desk to leave for the weekend, I noticed that my Friday list was right next to my Monday list, and oh how different they were. Monday's list gave a vibe of can-do-it-ness and crisp positivity…but by Friday, the tone was considerably less optimistic. It's tired, cranky, and hinging on antisocial. Hmm. Looks like someone needs an attitude adjustment.