The To Do List

The space in between inaction and action, the breaks between the actions once begun.

I stare. The dreaded “To Do list”. The numbers to be called, emails to be answered. The mundane minutia that  bookends my every day. Insidious in its omnipresence, my notes guilting me for inadequate effort.

I yearn for ‘elseness’. Something else. Somewhere else. Anything else. Anywhere else. I type an email while on hold with another assistant accompanied by the best focus-group version of Easy-Listening-Smooth-Jazz-Popular-Music. It’s so homogenized and reductive that I’m not sure it can be called music.

The space in between inaction and action, the breaks between the actions once begun.

I stare. The dreaded “To Do list”. The numbers to be called, emails to be answered. The mundane minutia that  bookends my every day. Insidious in its omnipresence, my notes guilting me for inadequate effort.

I yearn for ‘elseness’. Something else. Somewhere else. Anything else. Anywhere else. I type an email while on hold with another assistant accompanied by the best focus-group version of Easy-Listening-Smooth-Jazz-Popular-Music. It’s so homogenized and reductive that I’m not sure it can be called music.

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