Okay, in my last post I made an ambitious list on which I blithely said I’d try to make progress this week. What was I thinking? Learn to paint? Right. I haven’t even managed the gym or Weight Watchers, much less learned to paint. I did learn to use the cord that connects my iPod to my car radio. I also worked on planning for NaNoWriMo a little – helped set up the Google calendar, and planned a couple of events. I finished reading a novel, too. But really, learn to paint? Someday, but not this week.
There is something so appealing to me about making lists. It’s as if I can pull my thought together and actually accomplish something if I can just put it in a list. The thing is my mind is always able to see what needs to be done, but my will falters at the sight of a list. Like there are two minds in there, one making the list and the other shrinking from it. What is that saying – the spirit is willing but the fleslh is weak? Something like that is at work here, I think. Painting indeed.