Commanding to-do-list

Of course it is a nice way to keep us focused. Today we live in a fast world. There are so many distractions around us. Internet is eating our time away. And our temptations are sometimes so strong that we get deeply involved with it that we completely forget to do something that’s more important. And there are training firms out there that take pleasure in identifying our mistakes and making money by training us on time management skills.

One of the best ways to manage our time, I am told of course, is by preparing a to-do-list. The idea of having a to-do-list prioritizes work based on the sense of urgency and need. By doing this we save a lot of time doing unnecessary things. Simply put, to-do-lists are reminders and a very efficient and organized way of getting work done.

Experts claim that those who are in the habit of maintaining to-do-lists are often productive and successful in life. No doubt about that.

To-do-lists must be short and precise; tasks arranged based on their priority. As we tick each finished task on the list, we derive a high level of satisfaction and sense of achievement. This way, we are paving way for the next day with much anticipation and zeal.

And today once again I am given a list of things to do, which is good, but the problem is I didn’t prepare it. Now anyone can tell the difference between ordering to do a list of tasks and you preparing for yourself a list of what to do. They are quite different. I don’t understand why we don’t understand this. Simply a question of a colleague ordering a colleague.

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