You know when you dig thru a dresser drawer and discover a long lost favorite sweater? The one you wore almost every day, whether you needed to or not. The one that you made your own personal style, and somewhere you lost it and didn’t even realize how much you missed it. Well, I am not talking about a sweater, I am talking about something much more intimate.
As long as I can remember I kept a planner of some sort. It started with the free little calendars I picked up at Hallmark each year (do they still make those?), or the checkbook size one I received in my stocking at Christmas. I jotted down my oh so important moments that only a junior high school girl could understand. I tracked everything (the mundane to the deeply personal. I wasn’t a diary kind of girl but I liked to have a place and time of my day to chronicle my life. As I left college many years later, I evolved to a real agenda planner, in all shapes and sizes and delighted with glee opening (today we call unboxing) my new year’s agenda kit of calendars, tabs, dividers and etc., laying out like a world map of possibilities on how I can organize and create a sacred space of my daily life.
Now with the digital age I have long lost my way from paper planning to Apple iCal and like minded apps to data dump all the family appoints, and the rest resides in chaos of plethora of sticky notes and list littering all over my desk and stuffed in my handbag.
I miss having a place to organize that only an agenda, a space to create harmony of daily life. A place of calendars, to do lists, goals, menus, project planning, workout goals, and important things to remember or to put if you can’t remember could be written with your favorite pen, and best quotes snake along the page edges to inspire and challenge.