Planners

In this new year, my resolution is to be more active in using my planner. Usually, not weeks after I purchase the planner and attempt to plan out my year, I stop updating it and use my “memory” to keep track of my plans. Memory in quotes because how often am I remembering all of them. I feel very lucky to have friends that are more organized and have an easier time recollecting dates. One friend has the uncanny ability to remember the birthday of every person she’s met. With this power, she has no need for the planner. Its main purpose is to ensure I send out “Happy Birthday!” text messages/Instagram direct messages in a timely manner. However, as someone who avoids checking and adding to the A6 size notebook those messages turn into ohmygod-I-can’t-believe-I-forgot-it-was-your-birthday-yesterday-texts.

I’m mostly worried about the future in which I continue unsuccessfully planner-ing. How will the historians know what one of this era’s greatest minds was doing all her days? I jest. This is more for my own lacking memory. In 5 years when I need to remember exactly what I was doing on Thursday, May 9, 2024, I will consort the pages and sigh in relief knowing I was working at my job—something I would’ve preferred to forget. But I’m feeling so good about the planner I have this year, and I am sure it won’t get used part way and then forgotten about. There’s just one last thing and then I swear to god I’ll shut up about this forever, I’m sure the planner will become obsolete for me as writing everything I do down will commit it to my memory, and thus have no need to reference them later.