day planning
January 14, 2016 § 9 Comments
It was just after I drew January’s calendar of days that I came across a brightly colored, inexpensive day planner. The cheerful hue drew me from my task. I hesitated, weighing the frivolousness of my find, but there was just enough joy in the discovery that I indulged my impulsivity and invested in whimsy.
Appreciative of the convenience of technology but nostalgic in my love of paper, I decided I would use the large blocks of space to map my thoughts on multiple classes, preserve fleeting inspiration from borrowed quotes, chart the work of unexceptional errands and note efforts toward personal care.
Curiosities and quotes, doodles and debts of time now sketched in a place near to where I rest. Gone are the torn fragments of hurried scribbles and misplaced thoughts in want of paper. It is a diary of days and a place of self, an active commitment to an investment of time.
“Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today!” ―Mark Twain
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That is great-creativity in the old fashioned way.
And it’s good to see you having the confidence to step out of relative anonymity (your surname reveal) as your writing holds up and is worthy of recognition. Mine was forced upon me, with the publication of my book, but still 🙂
Thank you, Andy, for your perceptiveness and understanding; I’m touched that you recognized both the change and it’s symbolism.
Ah, but frivolous is only in the mind Marie, it gave you great heart, and anything that does that is love to self indeed 🙂
That’s a lovely way to differentiate between indulgence of want and investment of purpose.
Follow that lovely heart Marie, it will always ‘know’ the difference 🙂
I still use a paper calendar for home bits! Work is electronic. And the paper is so much more satisfying. The colors, the feel of it. Good for you for going old school.
Agreed. The colors, yes, but more so the feel. I am an appreciative student of technology, but there is something intimately beautiful in the texture of paper beneath my pen.
My paper planner, housed in a now-faded pink leather cover, is often my connection to sanity – which sounds rather dramatic, I know, but is actually true nonetheless. Also, life would be quite sad were we all to dismiss the pretty in favor of the efficient. Keep scribbling.
Not dramatic, at all. Finding beauty in the everyday feels as essential to my spirit as water and rest are to my body.