Lost in lists

The small and insignificant story of my life to date could probably be an interesting read if compiled in the lists I write in an attempt to bring structure to it. If for some anal reason I had filed them all and not lost them or tossed them once they had passed their useful point it would be a unique historical record of a neurotic list-monger. The one I just sent to the bucket consisted of a few tasks carried out satisfactorily, a few 'notes to self' that probably prompted some action and a number of mystery items that I meant heartily at the time of writing, but whose significance or importance faded with the passage of time.

The list for the week coming includes useful occupations for passing time and ticking off tasks of moderate use for the future months, while keeping my mind focused away from the growing pile of concerns in the recesses of my mind... Compiling a new playlist for the gallery on my ipod with the vastly expanded music collection from the last time I had to perform the same task for a restaurant a few years ago; a programme mum recommended on Australian art recorded on iplayer, paintings to use in signage for the gallery (detail-monger), visits to galleries and contacts lists to assemble. Worries slightly magnified today by the knowledge that the property now has two interested parties and a larger raft of outcomes than a week ago, not all positive. Also my business bank manager has read my business plan (flattering comments: good) and made a proposal of it to send to the 'money men' in Leeds. Oh goody, another cliff-hanger to wait on.

Should be taking it on the chin by now, but I am not the best at suspense and will have to use my lists to their full advantage to occupy myself gainfully while the wheels of fate grind on.

Of course the best line of defence is... attack. Time to send those emails out to galleries, push my own profile art-wise and reach out to those who may help me. And keep an eye to my karma.