Todoist struggles!
Its been nearly 10 months since I started using Todoist, the online tasklist creator and activity planner. And until now, all that this has done is provide me with overwhelming evidence of my inability, or is it unwillingness, to schedule and run my life.
Not only that, it has defeated all my aims to better my life and career (I grant that I may be projecting but the truth is a little too close to home so lets continue with this illusion for a bit) and consigned most of my hopes and dreams for this year( and the last) to a wastebin of selfloathing; low self-esteem; and bleak,dystopian dreams of a not-too-distant future. As an instant "humbler", as it were, and a stripper-away of airs and false confidence, Todoist has no equal. :)
That said, the pleasure I get from merely being able to strike off an item from a list, however old or overdue, is simultaneously life-affirming and sobering, in that something so small would give me such a sense of achievement. The attendant train of thought on how trivial and inconsequential my life has become keeps me up nights as I see long-ago dreams and ambitions fade, wither and die in the harsh light of Todoist's reality.
I have gotten a much clearer idea of where I am, where I am headed and where I would rather head in life. I also realise that I do tend to overschedule and get easily overwhelmed by a task's magnitude rather than approaching it piecemeal. I must now resolve to ensure that Todoist pages will soon no longer hold any terror for me.
As a well-wisher advised recently, the year of transition is done: I must pick up the pieces and, at least to honour her memory, construct a far greater edifice than either of us dared to dream. I owe it to her memory and, more importantly, to myself.
Not only that, it has defeated all my aims to better my life and career (I grant that I may be projecting but the truth is a little too close to home so lets continue with this illusion for a bit) and consigned most of my hopes and dreams for this year( and the last) to a wastebin of selfloathing; low self-esteem; and bleak,dystopian dreams of a not-too-distant future. As an instant "humbler", as it were, and a stripper-away of airs and false confidence, Todoist has no equal. :)
That said, the pleasure I get from merely being able to strike off an item from a list, however old or overdue, is simultaneously life-affirming and sobering, in that something so small would give me such a sense of achievement. The attendant train of thought on how trivial and inconsequential my life has become keeps me up nights as I see long-ago dreams and ambitions fade, wither and die in the harsh light of Todoist's reality.
I have gotten a much clearer idea of where I am, where I am headed and where I would rather head in life. I also realise that I do tend to overschedule and get easily overwhelmed by a task's magnitude rather than approaching it piecemeal. I must now resolve to ensure that Todoist pages will soon no longer hold any terror for me.
As a well-wisher advised recently, the year of transition is done: I must pick up the pieces and, at least to honour her memory, construct a far greater edifice than either of us dared to dream. I owe it to her memory and, more importantly, to myself.