Disclaimer: I really don’t have anything to say today. What originally was going to be a post about “are lists and calendars actually making us unproductive,” became an ode to planners. And I could go on for days like that. As I don’t want this to be a ridiculously long, OCD post about planners, I’ll break this into a two-parter.
Here is today’s offering:
I am very Type A. I have no problem admitting that I like everything to be neat and orderly and that when something does not go as planned, I have a low-grade soap opera moment. Plans are good things, in my mind. That’s probably why I have a color-coded Google calendar, synched to my BlackBerry, a hanging Post-It weekly calendar that is highlighted with different colors for different deadlines, and a planner that comes everywhere with me.
Don’t get me started on planner-buying criteria. Ask anyone who knows me, I love December simply because that means I get to buy a new planner (or fresh refills for this one, which is like a war-buddy of mine at this point) and I spend all of the month walking down aisles in Target, OfficeMax, Barnes and Noble, etc, doing planner-buying research. Yes, I have dragged friends kicking and screaming down the planner aisle saying, “But maybe they have something new that I didn’t see yesterday!” It’s a long and involved process that goes on like that ad nauseum for the entirety of the month.
That’s not to say I’m not a fun person; get a few drinks in me and I’ll be on stage with the cover band at Saloon singing along.