I had a list. It was a very nice list. It was the kind of list that keeps my world in progression of completing tasks, some tasks weighing more in importance, but a task is a task nonetheless.
I lost my list. I lost my very nice list. It was the kind of loss that rudely interrupted my world of a natural progression of duties and responsibilities, some duties more pressing than others, but nonetheless, a duty is a part of the inevitable and must be done.
Lost, that is what I am. Lost. I have no guidance, and I can no longer prioritize my duties.
The irony in this unfortunate situation of my momentum's demise is that upon completing one of the duties on my list, I took out the trash and threw away my list. It was not a ploy to discard the inevitable. When I wrote "Clean and Organize Life" on my list, I didn't so much intend to throw away my very important scrap paper list while I was at it.
Perhaps the gods of Lists are telling me to clean up my list.
So here I am, listless because I am list-less.
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