Prompt 276. The Five Lists

We’ve reached the slow, dark days between Christmas and New Year’s—a time that feels beautifully sacred to me. I’ve retreated to my little farmhouse in New Jersey with Jon and our dogs, and since I got here, I’ve been doing two things. One is sleeping (a truly shocking amount). Recently I’ve felt depleted, so everything feels overwhelming—from tedious administrative tasks, like changing insurance plans (what a bureaucratic horror!), to more exciting prospects, like my first art show, which is happening in June. So the second thing I’m doing is starting small and clearing my desk, both literally and figuratively. I’m cleaning out the cupboards where I stuff all the clutter, and I’m making a plan of action for tackling those lingering life things. I’ve been reaching out to people who know more than I do for guidance, like insurance brokers who can help me compare healthcare plans and artist friends with the knowledge and tools I desperately need. I’m not going to get it all done this wee

We’ve reached the slow, dark days between Christmas and New Year’s—a time that feels beautifully sacred to me. I’ve retreated to my little farmhouse in New Jersey with Jon and our dogs, and since I got here, I’ve been doing two things. One is sleeping (a truly shocking amount). Recently I’ve felt depleted, so everything feels overwhelming—from tedious administrative tasks, like changing insurance plans (what a bureaucratic horror!), to more exciting prospects, like my first art show, which is happening in June. So the second thing I’m doing is starting small and clearing my desk, both literall