If I don’t write it down I don’t remember it. Now I have sheets of scrap paper everywhere – their surfaces defaced with aide memoirs scribbled inelegantly across them.  

Piles sit either side of my computer. More clutter up a corner of my kitchen, one or two even sit on my office floor – the idea being that if I have to step over them I will remember to do them – doesn’t work !

Every so often I go through them:

Out of date. Throw away.
Too late. Throw away.
Did I really think that was important? Throw away.

The moral of this?

We do too much !

Chill out and relax.