Now I love a bit of stationery. New pens, pencil cases, pencils, post it notes. Oh the excitement. But the queen of all stationery for me is the notebook. The new clean crisp pages. Ready for my careful pen strokes, ideas jotted down, experiences recorded, to do lists compiled and neatly crossed off. The possibilities are endless. This week, after realising my handbag was getting a bit on the heavy side, I decided to empty it out. In there I found eight notebooks/diaries!!! Do I need this many or, has my obsession spiralled out of control?
The ultimate to do list
Let me guide you through the logic behind each notebook. Top right in the picture, the diary and green note book are for work. My rota, together with a notebook for all the things I need to remind myself to do, as I drag myself through another sleep deprived day. I carry them with me so that I stand a small chance of getting to work and presenting a face that has a small clue about what I do, where I am and what year it is.
Next left is “mummy’s never ending list of things to do”. I wrote about this before in The Run of Procrastination. This is the ultimate to do list including everything from the mundane and everyday, to reminding myself that one day I will buy a new car or finally order Ikea fitted wardrobes.
Evil plans and stuff
Bottom right is my day to day notebook of to do lists. This is where I decant from the never ending to do list and compile smaller, manageable and less intimidating tasks like laundry, shopping, buy stamps etc etc. Next to it is my home diary and Filofax containing my diary of family and home appointments.
My Evil Plans and Stuff is my blog notebook. A record of stuff that has happened, planned posts, link ups etc. Far bottom left is my personal diary for stuff I don’t want to share but I need to write down and close a lid on. Finally my dreams and aspirations notebook is my written record of my recovery from injury. The many plans to work around it, promises to reduce the impact on the injured foot and how eventually I will return to running. Lots of non starters to date, but still trying.
My Monkey Mind
What these notebooks represent are my scattered mind and my holistic approach to my life. I have said before that I could never have a Fit Bit, because I run for the peace of mind and, I have no care for speed or distance (Tales of the Last Man Car). The sound of my feet on the pavement is enough. So when anyone says why not record all of this on your phone? Well what if my phone gets lost? Or one of the monkeys puts it in the toilet? Then everything is gone. Isn’t it?
I don’t always sit comfortably in a modern world as technology still gets the better of me, but the simplicity of a notebook! Well it is pure joy. Carrying them all in my handbag however, that might be a bit excessive. Since the foot injury I have been exploring other ways to manage my overwhelmed brain. I’ve started reading up on mindfulness. (More on this to come). Appropriately my jumping brain is known as the “Monkey Mind”. Forever jumping from tree to tree.
I couldn’t be without my escape plan
I’m learning that I need to stop thinking of everything all at once. Something I thought I was already doing, but recently I have lost without my regular head clearing runs. I am realising that work should stay at work, with a few simple notes in my Filofax to ensure a semi professional arrival. The never ending list of things to do should go in the kitchen drawer. My personal diary and Dreams and Aspirations should be for bedtime, to empty my brain and plan the following day.
That leaves my notebook of day to day to do lists, my Filofax and of course my Evil Plans and Stuff. I couldn’t be without my escape plan. It’s always handy to have a notebook and pen to dream your way out of the day when you find five minutes to yourself. If only I could day dream away my injury. In the meantime I will mindfully consider the here and now, and what I do today that will help me tomorrow. Like reducing the weight of my handbag.