It has begun: the annual search for a paper calendar-planner which,
— I think I’ll use,
— I envision as integral to some future life organization,
— I hope will somehow make / help me be “on top of things.”
Purchased each year.
Rarely used.
Weeks, months … entire seasons, neglected, blank.
I know the digital versions work not (for me), save for appointments and the addresses I need to GPS my way to a location and for an occasional birthday reminder.
Do I embark yet again?
On this search?
This hope?
This belief?
I have spent countless hours designing my own planners, creating pages with my needs built in — only to let those languish as well. The Franklin-Covey system (and expense!) years back, basic calendars, digital calendars … even an attempt at bullet journaling and planning a few years back.
Is it hope which drives me?
Some base instinct to try to fit in to Society?
To be normal-ish?
Some desire to rein in the ever-swirling chaos of Life?
As I conduct my annual search (now made so much easier by the blessings of the internet and global market places), I find myself leaning not to the designed and printed structure of habit tracking, goal setting and top priorities upon which to focus but to the simplicity of fairly blank pages where I add the dates and where I track what I can (and remember to) and worry not about the rest.
