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1 Name: Anonymous : 2016-11-23 04:31
I enjoy very much having things on waiting lists for me to do. Stacks of books, a pinboard full of things, stacks of empty boxes from online shopping sprees. It gives me a giddy feeling like none other.

Hope you're enjoying the weather,

signed with Love.
2 Name: Anonymous : 2016-11-23 15:41
I wish I was able to find the same joy in pending tasks! When things stack up I feel quite anxious. For example, I've taken to only purchasing books when I know I will read them in the immediate future, because stacks of books make me feel a bit paralyzed with choice.

Happy winter wishes back to you!
3 Name: Anonymous : 2016-11-23 17:16
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Ah, but there's nothing more relieving than crossing things off a proper to-do list! There does seem a point too when it can seem insurmountable though.

And I'd agree with the books too, my shelves used to groan under the weight of making that mistake before...
4 Name: Anonymous : 2016-11-23 22:15
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I love having books, even if I don't necessarily read them right away (or sometimes at all). I actually prefer reading on my tablet these days, but there's something almost magical about real books. You can feel them and smell them and loan them to a friend.
5 Name: Anonymous : 2016-11-24 11:09
I used to be very anxious about amount of media i had in my backlog and considered deleting my lists altogether. Eventually i figured out i will never find enough time to finish all the books/movies/games i wanted - but that's fine. now thanks to backlogs i can go back analyze my consumption patterns, discover things that fit my preferences and schedule my activities. Even though those lists are getting longer and longer i don't mind, that's a lifetime of things to savor

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