Q: What do you get if you cross an Organization Nut with a DIY-er?
A: Er, you get . . . me?
Today happened to be my annual planner-page-making day. I have mentioned once or twice that my daily planner rules my life. Each weekday page in my planner has space for a daily to-do list along the left column, and place for my scheduled activities on the right column, and a bit of extra space for notes (phone numbers, notes from conversations, mileage numbers, whatever) at the bottom. (Saturday and Sunday share one page, with one rather freewheeling column per day).
I love my planner. Thinking about trying to go about my days without it is like trying to imagine driving a powerful car without a steering wheel. How do people who don't use planners keep track of all those little tasks that swirl around us all? How do they remember when the last time they did X (gave blood, talked to the person who promised to send something) was? I'm not sure, and I'm not even sure I want to know. I'm stuck on my planner, so I'll keep doing what works so well for me.
|Yesterday and today, according to my planner.|
I had a LONG to-do list today!
The truly fun (and geeky) part was figuring out the order of the days so that after I printed these double-sided, and then folded/sliced the pages in half, the days would come out in the right order. In case you're wondering, the order is:
Monday-Thursday-Wednesday-Tuesday -- Friday-Tuesday-Monday-Sat/Sun --
Coming up with the spreadsheet that makes this all happen was the intellectually satisfying part of this whole venture. Once that was done, the rest is almost in the arts-and-crafts realm. I print this spreadsheet file out, using Century Gothic font (both because I like it, and because the internet lore claims that the Century Gothic font uses less ink than other comparable fonts).
|The printed pages, still needing some cut and punch|
|Ssssslice! I do love using a paper slicer.|
Not sure why it feels so satifying.
|A pile of note pages, plus a year's worth of planner pages,|
|Whoops. Some kind of mess-up like this|
happens *every* year.
|My life, past and future.|