I'm starting to think my 'resistance' to scheduling wasn't laziness, but a gut-level rejection of someone else's priorities being imposed on my time. Maybe the real trick isn't fighting the urge to rebel against schedules, but building a life where my own priorities are the only ones on the calendar. It's a long game, a slow burn, but every 'no' is a tiny act of self-reclamation. And damn, those tiny acts add up. The "tyranny of the to-do list" -- I know it well. My workaround was to stop thinking of it as a list of obligations and start seeing it as a menu of possibilities; suddenly, choice replaced compulsion, and the resistance melted away. It's still work, but it's work I'm choosing.