For those who knew me during college, my title post has strong validity. Everywhere I went, my Franklin Planner was on me all the time. It was practically attached to my arm. I had EVERYTHING in that planner, it was essentially my life, and I guarded that planner as if my life, (and the fate of the world) depended on it. While pledging, the nickname I was given was “Rolodex” and it fit me perfectly. (This name still has meaning for me even today.) I guarded that book with my life – NO ONE was getting in that bad boy. I would almost bet that my planner was the talk of the UC back then.
I found that having a planner helped keep me organized. I knew what I was doing, where I was going and what I had to do to get there. Somewhere along my journey, my planner ended up on the back burner, and something always seemed missing. So yesterday, I made the decision to get my life organized once again. I ordered another Franklin Planner, and I can’t wait for it to get here. Lord knows I need some help getting my life back in order.
I know the planner itself doesn’t MAKE me organized, but it definitely helps. I can almost guarantee that there will be subtle changes once I start getting my life in order once again. The next couple of weeks are going to be like a kid waiting for Christmas morning around here.
We will be together again real soon, Franklin Planner :o)
Until next time, be well.