I'm a checklist person from a family of check-list people.
When I was a kid and my family was on vacation, we kept a white board in the kitchen where we'd write up all the activities we planned to tackle each day: tennis, hike up nearby "mountain" (AKA hill), waterski, chop wood. We'd knock out one activity and head for the next. Our neighbours on the lake would tease us about how our household was really "Camp Bradley" since we had the activity range and schedule of a real-deal kids' summer camp. We only lacked the counsellors and blow-horn to signal when it's time to switch from one to the next. At dinner-time we'd congratulate ourselves as we checked off our list: tennis? Done. Swim? Done. Chores? Done. Ticking off the components of our wonderful summer day.
I grew up thinking this level of activity was pretty much normal; it was just How Things Were. As I got older I of course realized that other people vacationed differently. For some, a stack of magazines and a hammock meant vacation - a space fully free of lists and constraints. Rest was the recreation: an open day with meandering, decide-as-you-go endeavours.Read More