I’ve been thinking about black holes this week and if there was ever a massive gravitational pull in my life similar to that which distorts spacetime as much as a black hole it’s my aspirational desire to be a planner girl.
Back in April I let you know I was wandering around the web warren of planner tutorials and websites. I bought a cheap-as-chips Personal (relates to the size rather than use) planner and after having a good think about what I’d want to use my planner for, knocked a prototype together. I’ve been using it since then and it suits me well in someways, and reveals itself less helpful in others.
What it has been good for is:
- to do list (in the form of a bullet journal)
- card wallet
- blog article planner
The planner also housed a section for my goals, notes, drawing paper, and a section called “inspiration” with the idea of capturing good, well, ideas. Although I thought I needed those sections, I didn’t use them in my daily life. I thought by having my goals in my daily planner they’d be more visible, and therefore easier to take action against. Alas, this did not work for me - so I’ll need to figure out alternative ways of keeping my goals ‘front of mind’.
But back to the planner.
The bullet journalling technique for tasks worked brilliantly. I loved everything about this system: drawing my own calendars; writing very short descriptions against dates; key of symbols so I can see quickly if it’s an event or a test etc.
Keeping my important cards in the planner has been a god-send too. It sounds simple but up until this planner I hadn’t had a wallet in a long time. I think I’ve lost about two years of my life looking for my EFTPOS card in my handbag - not to mention if I’d ever needed to dig out my Driver’s Licence and I never did know where my AIRNZ Airpoints card was. Using the purpose-made slots for my cards works well and (so far) I’m pretty good at returning the cards to their safe home.
Speaking of cards, one of my old plastic cards was used to store Washi tape. It came is so handy when I was overseas a couple of weeks ago. I’m a fan of utilising train-station lockers to hold bags while I shop, or before I check into a hotel. The key-code for getting back into the locker is always printed out on a small piece of paper that I worry I’m going to lose. Not this time: washi-taped to the inside of my planner I always knew my locker ID code was safe and sound.
