Um...let's say I found another 2025 planner on my book shelves. A pristine planner with a really awesome cover. 😒 That no pen has ever touched.
You know, in September of said year. 😐
NO ONE needs to make me crazy, folks. I'm more than well-equipped to do it, myself.
Who can deny the siren's song of new planners and notebooks? They beckon to me with gorgeous covers and promises of keeping my life together. And me? I fold like a house of cards, thanks. 😊
I need them all.
*ahem*
Want them all.
I have notebooks that I treasure so much that I've never written in them. Because I love the cover. Or how the pages are formatted inside. Or...any number of minutiae that somehow put me off using these notebooks. There is actually one I want to keep exactly as it is because it inspired a book I want to write.
I love them.
What does my Wish List on Amazon consist of?
Usually notebooks.
My wife is completely unamused. 😑
But words are my jam, and I need places to put them. Or...not. Whatever the notebook tells me to do.
😶😂
But! The light at the end of my ADHD tunnel is this: I USED my big (8 1/2 by 11) planner this year. I wrote down bdays, appts, and notes to myself. I was kind of, almost, really reaching for some organization.
Ironically, I mostly love organization. It points and laughs at me.
And how does it make me feel?
Um, weird, quite honestly. I like it, but it's out of my realm, if that makes sense.
Like...oh! Look at Future Me. Wrote down appts and dates of things I needed to do.
Present Me: Oh. Holy shit. THIS is how it works...🤔
It's a process, folks.
And for the record, I've already bought my 2026 Planner.
🥳🎉
