My wipeboard to plan big projects, a blackboard that I write on when I run out of something in the kitchen and a spreadsheet summarising where I am with each individual on my work caseload stays. But that obsessive list, itemising every single thing that I ever, ever need to do has been torn up to make pretty confetti- metaphorically of course as it was always in electronic form.
What I finally realised was that David Allen's system of recording absolutely everything, that was supposed to be the key to stress-free life, in fact exacerbated anxiety. It may work for others but for me it was a no-no. I don't need 'Hoover the Car' to be on a list in order to remember to do it. The results of a lunchbox popcorn spillage are evident that everytime I make a journey. The fact when I look out of the kitchen window and see that the garden has turned into mini-beast paradise is sufficient to tell me that the lawn needs mowing. Oh, and it's quite obvious that my legs need shaving if I've left them for a couple of weeks. That orang-utan analogy returns to live another day!
Those written notes hammering away were just like having a nagging spouse constantly and unnecessarily reminding me of all my misdemeanours whenever I switched on my phone. So in the spirit of being nicer to myself 'To Do' has been transformed into a much more concise form. And what do you know? I'm getting much more done than I ever did before.