I wake up in the morning, start up Outlook, review my overdue tasks, push some forward, delete others. I log onto Plaxo, check to see which of my contacts have been updated, sync my tasks for when I'm on the run. Right now, life looks like a mountain of obligation, a towering stack of Post-It Notes, with rays of sunshine, and the faint aroma of fresh air and a precious life peeking from around the other side of it.
I shouldn't even be typing this; I've got an unorganized apartment, work tasks spilling over to my home life, a load or two of laundry at the laundramat. I'm just keeping in practice. With that said, I'm out the door!