Where's the list that lists all my lists?

I have a love/hate relationship with lists.

On one side, I despise being beholden to any "thing" that tells me what I need to do.

On the other, I desperately neeeeed them to make sure I don't forget anything I am beholden to.

Savvy? I'd say not. So, where is my master list of the lists? It's a piece of paper on a notead among many notepads, shrewn here and there within my growing pile of To Do. I still can't find it. But what I can find are old lists that were once referenced by the master list. These I go through when I find them and scratch out the Completed items, then rewrite a new master list.

It's complicated. But it's also a good exercise for my brain which seems to be failing lately. Slightly. Sporadically.

I was once a major list-maker, aka Project Manager. I have tried all kinds of tools to get a project organized and keep a project organized and make sure other people within the project were organized until the very end - even when deadlines stretched and the scope crept. But nothing, short of being tethered to a computer, compares to a notepad and a sharp #2.

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coffee....
good

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