I spent a few minutes planning yesterday, which usually means I struggle to find things to write in my book and then fret whether or not I have a sticker for it.
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(It's a cult, I tell ya. A big school and office supply cult of very very organized people.)
I started using an Erin Condren life planner last year and immediately fell into the cuteness of it all, but the probelm is...most people that use these planners have real lives and kids and jobs and things to do other than chase dust bunnies and Jack Russell terriers around the house. True, it's been great to keep track of the umpteen million doctors' appointments I have in a week, but I was feeling kinda foolish to have this nice big fancy book with nothing in it.
And then this week rolled around and I actually had some stuff to enter! Errands and calls and appointments and even a job interview! Who could possibly be happier than I am at this moment to feel like a real grown up person?
WooHoo!
Still no stitching again last night. Stewey and Bosco and I did a Game of Thrones marathon and I needed to sit up in the Happy Chair and really pay attention. I felt very lost this season for some reason, so I wanted to get half a clue before the finale last night.
One last load of laundry to fold and put away and I am happy to report that every single solitary piece of clothing that I own (with the exception of the outfit I'm in now) is clean, folded, and properly hung/drawered/shelved.
Gee, if this keeps up I might actually get everything else done on the list this week! Stay tuned...miracles can happen, you know!