Sunday, February 27, 2011

Deliverance. Check. Anxiety? Check.

Lists. They're everywhere. Telling us what we should read, eat, buy and accomplish before we die. Performing a therapeutic function for minds that would otherwise be overwhelmed with fragmented thoughts of what needs to be done, but hasn't, as yet. Organizing the world, ordering its confusions, anchoring routines and schedules, determining priorities. Allowing us to come to grips with life, careers, motherhood, presidencies. Spawning breakthroughs in the stationery and technology industries.

Where would we be without them?

And yet, it's worth considering whether lists aren't, at least occasionally, difficult to contend with. Looming large in our consciousness, channeling our super-egos, compelling us to delay gratification, reminding us that time is limited, that goals remain unachieved, destinations unvisited, victories unwon.

The id, ego and super-ego are constantly in the process of playing out their dramas. It's interesting to think of the to-do list as one of the psychic theaters.

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