A to-do list provides instant gratification with the stroke of a highlighter mark, the joy of one less thing on the list. But it hardly leaves a lasting impact of gratitude or reflection. I want to look back on my life as if it is this plush, rich garden of experiences, soil that has been turned over and repurposed again and again — not a book full of crossed-off tasks. I want to shake out of measuring my life in accomplishments, and more so in the seasonality of the “produce” I am growing.