I used to love to-do lists. Honestly. I might have even had a small obsession with them. I would wake up each morning and make my list for the day, and then I would live and die by that list. Sometimes I would even add something I had already done to the list, just so I could enjoy the feeling of crossing it off.
In fact, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but sometimes I would even write something like “brush your teeth” or “call your sister” on the list, and then cross it off, just to feel the pure satisfaction of having done something.