I make to-do lists every week, usually on Sunday night. I've always done this. Back when I had a job (it seems like a long time ago now), I made a work list and a personal list. Now it's just one big old list. I used to become very anxious if I couldn't cross something off my list when it should have been crossed off. Now, I have a (somewhat) more laissez-faire, maybe it gets done and maybe it doesn't, "whatever" sort of approach. There are drawbacks to that approach, of course. Without the restraining inner voice warning me not to get too ambitious with the to do list or I'll never finish it, I just keep adding to the list. This week's list is several pages long, including new tasks large and small, and the leftovers from last week and the week before. Since I have a paper due this week (finishing the paper is first on the list), there's no chance that I'll finish everything on the list, and the possibility exists that I won't finish anything on the list, other than the paper (which I'm still writing ABOUT).
In the Frog and Toad story "A List", Toad makes a list, and is so controlled by his list that he can't allow himself to do ANYTHING that's not on the list. When the list blows away in a gale, Toad's friend Frog has to run after it, because running after the list is not on the list. (I'm not quite as bad as that, but I do hate when I get something done, and then I realize that I never added that particular thing to the list, so I can't cross it off.) Frog is always running, and doing, and jumping in with both feet, fearless. Toad is cautious. He worries, unless there's nothing to worry about...then, he creates something to worry about. Without Frog, he'd probably never leave the house. Toad is my amphibious doppelganger. I'm lucky I married a Frog.