As a recovering Type-A overachiever, I used to be a To Do list lover. I kept lists on paper, electronic devices, the refrigerator, the back of every receipt in my wallet. I compiled master To Do lists of my to-do lists until the list was longer than Rapunzel’s hair and just as unmanageable. Can you imagine trying to comb–let alone style!– seven stories of hair? NO. But that is exactly what I was perpetually trying to do with my lists:... Read more