I construct my life through sticky notes. They line my kitchen counter, my computer table, my tote bags, my date book and occasionally land on my sofa and floor. On any one day, I might have 10 to 20 going. Sometimes, I consolidate them onto one and write smaller so that I don’t have to face so many of them at once. Often, I prioritize them and stack them together with the most urgent one on top. I hate it when I have so many that I miss something that truly needed to be done on time. So, I suppose this is the deconstruction of my life that you are a witness too with the crumpled up ones.