In case I haven’t presented enough evidence to prove without a doubt that I may just be the most Type-A person you’ve ever met (cleverly disguised in the body of a partygirl), I thought you’d like to see JUST HOW BAD IT REALLY  IS.

Yes. That’s EXACTLY what it looks like – my daily to-do list complete with cute little as-symmetrical-as-I-can-make-them tick boxes so I can easily check off what I’ve already done. I sometimes include a bit o’ highlighter action to call my attention to the most important things on the list, but alas, on this day, everything is a bit important so no need for highlighter (much to my organizational-obsessed dismay.) While I embrace technology to an extent that most of my friends don’t have a clue of what I’m talking about when I bring up Zooomr or Dodgeball or the like, there’s nothing like a tangible, hand-written to-do list to keep me in check.

Except it hasn’t been working lately.  I usually go through the list and accomplish as much as I can, then on a future day I’ll re-write the new list (omitting those I’ve already completed) and this is my Aubrey 1.0 completely anal way of managing my life.

Except, as I just said, it’s not working. I’m paralyzed.

I think it’s probably because I have so much that I have to do, so much that will have to be taken care of in the next few weeks and months (which I’ll get into later when I make a more formal annoucement of some BIG CHANGES that are happening to yours truly) that I’m literally paralyzed with the overwhelming nature of it all. I can’t seem to get anything done because I don’t know where to start.

So today, I’m starting at the top. Looks like I need to go and schedule myself a massage (or three!)