I didn’t think that I would ever become the sort of person who would spend even her free time ruled by clock and planner. I was always more of a free spirit outside of the rigid structures of school, work, and extracurriculars, doing what I felt like doing when I felt like doing it—my brand of retaliation, I suppose, to externally-imposed restrictions. But there comes a point in your life where you realize that sort of whim-indulging lifestyle isn’t going to cut it any more. It may have worked for you as a kid, and as a teenager (so long as you brought home straight As), and as a collegian (so long as you didn’t flunk out of your classes), but it just doesn’t fit into the life of a working adult with a long list of responsibilities that only seems to grow longer with each year. Things, simply put, need to get done. And they sure aren’t going to get done by you spooning mouthfuls of melting Häagen-Dazs while you watch reruns of Grey’s Anatomy in last night’s pajamas.
But recently, I’ve learned—or rather, have been reminded—that with rigidity and discipline, and the never-ceasing task of chasing after hours and minutes and seconds, there must also be rest, as well as a degree of flexibility. Planning is good; so is sticking to your those plans. But at the end of the day, things do happen: interruptions, delays, unexpected naps in the sun… and it’s OKAY. Take them in stride, and make adjustments as best as you can. Also, to-do lists are tools; they’re to help us make each day count. They’re not the end all be all of life.