Once upon a time, I dismissed lists as mind-numbingly prescriptive, yawningly obvious or both; borne of the tiresome territory of grocery stores and overdue thank you notes. But I’ve come to appreciate the value of a good list. That economy of information; an externalized catalog of my inner thoughts; a source of immediate gratification with each item achieved and crossed off; the crutch of middle age.
It would be the ultimate list: a list of lists’ merits. I’m not sure I would presume to generate such a thing, but I would certainly start with:
- Keeping Track – Just the facts, when and where you need them.
- Being Clear – Beyond facts lie desires. Lists help us articulate and solidify our elusive dreams. Just the dreams, when and where you need them.
But forget anything I might have to say and read The Checklist Manifesto. If you’ve ever been inclined to dis the list, this will shut yer trap. Lists save lives.