The List of Tasks is not an opposing army that will overwhelm me all at once. Think of “lists” in the medieval sense. My list is an orderly line of knights waiting for me to joust with them one by one, and I am Lancelot* and can knock them all down.
*If you prefer a feminist image, I am Silence and can knock them all down. But I’ve been reading as an immasculated woman (I think the term is Susan Schibanoff’s) for so long that I’m fine with being Lancelot. Besides, sometimes Lancelot cross-dresses, so he’s a multi-valent figure anyway.