I enjoy making lists. I make them all the time and everywhere. I have this irrational desire to post them everywhere, near my bathroom sink, near the mirror, on the book case, on the back of train tickets, in my notebooks.
To me, lists satisfy this urge to write things down, to organize my thoughts, put them in a list, and cross them off. It gives me a profound sense of accomplishment to cross something off my list. I feel so much more organized. Things fly from my head and lists are a quick way to remember all the things I want to do. But I also get this sense of pride when I finish a list and can throw it out. It just epitomizes accomplishment to me.
Is this the same for you?