A List of Things I Absolutely Do Not Have Time for
(But Will Make Time for Anyway)
First on the list? Writing this, of course. Equal parts copywriter and compulsive list-maker, I wrote this as a fun reflection of both. Consider this a peek into both my writing style and my brain.
Making my bed like I’m preparing it for a Better Homes & Gardens photo shoot
Yes, all seven of my decorative pillows are fluffed to perfection and not a single wrinkle dares to crease my quilted comforter. I could be sprinting out the door with one shoe on and toothpaste still on my chin, and yet—the bed will be made. Perfectly. Symmetrically. Like a shrine to my fake sense of calm and control.
Curating Spotify playlists with the precision of a sommelier pairing wine with a 12-course tasting menu
Every mood, emotion, oddly specific life scenario, and fleeting existential crisis has its own playlist—cleverly titled, obviously—with a handpicked, Pinterest-sourced cover photo that perfectly encapsulates the vibe. Some playlists take hours. Others take years. But rest assured, that one obscure indie track I found at 3:48pm on a Wednesday 2 years ago will be sorted into its forever home.
Writing sticky note to-do lists instead of... doing the things on the to-do list
Why yes, I could start working on that essay due tomorrow. But first, let me break my weekend into three color-coded lists: “Must Do,” “Might Do,” and “Will Mentally Spiral About But Never Actually Do.” Bonus points if I write them a week in advance just for fun. It’s called *organization*—look it up.
Posting my OOTD to Snapchat every. single. day.
Can’t let the people down. I’m a woman of the people. My fits are cute, my fashion opinions are strong, and my commentary is Pulitzer-worthy. And if the world ends tomorrow—or worse, someone claims I don’t have killer style—there will be evidence of the fits. Every. Single. One. Documented. Archived. Adored.
Updating my dry-erase calendar like it’s a sacred monthly ritual
Do I already track my entire life in an Excel sheet? Yes. Do I use both Apple and Outlook calendars? Obviously. But on the first day of every month, I still erase the board above my desk and lovingly rewrite every due date and meeting—color-coded and aesthetically spaced, thank you very much. It’s borderline spiritual. I live for it. I wish I was kidding.
Playing the LinkedIn games like it's a competitive sport
Wait—there are games on LinkedIn??? Yep, you betcha. And I play them. Religiously. Most days you’ll find me tackling Crossclimb and Pinpoint from the comfort of my bed approximately 17 seconds after my alarm goes off (because obviously, your brain needs a workout before your body... or at least that’s what I tell myself). Sometimes I even sneak in a round during a tinkle break at work. Priorities, you know? Networking can wait, whereas this Wordle-meets-resume-core content cannot.
Taking aesthetic photos of completely unremarkable things to remind myself that life isn’t actually terrible
Sometimes it’s a cup of coffee. Sometimes it’s a perfectly lit workspace or a crack in the sidewalk that looks like a heart. No one will ever see these pictures but me. They exist solely so I can pretend I’m not losing my mind, and just vibing, thriving, and occasionally smelling metaphorical roses. (Which, let’s be honest, are taped under my nose while I do twelve things at once.)
