There are a spectrum of lists on my phone. I check them each day to keep track of sewing students, quilt prices, car maintenance, goals in my job. It goes a long way toward keeping my head above water. Some are fun to look at, like the stream of quilts I have finished in the last ten years. It makes me ridiculously happy just to read it again. Others are nigglers, like the one about expenses. 

 

But recently I created a new one. DWTD.

 

I decided to step up and name the things I Don't Want To Do. It is a parking place for those annoying tasks that keep getting shuffled out of the way. My hope is that by making the agenda, and staring at the fact that it is not actually as long as my arm I might take a stab at them. So far I have done one. I rewarded myself with a virtual sticker. 

 

It occurs to me that there are no lists about John. Perhaps I am relying on the somewhat spotty history I have with giving him attention. Things have improved this fall with the addition of three more marriage groups. That alone guarantees that we are sitting side by side, holding hands even, for six hours a week. 

 

In this era of redefining who we are and what we give our best selves to, it behooves me to take stock of whether and when I am investing in my marriage. Because in theory at least, it is something I Want To Do.