About some things, I am not particularly organized. If you were to look in my desk drawer, my closet or my silverware drawer, you would be met with great disarray. But my calendar–that is sacred ground, folks. I love, adore, need and am addicted to my meticulously-kept calendar. I write down everything–not just events, but reminders to call so-and-so or a note to send snacks to school or a nudge to mail my brother’s birthday card in time to make it there. When I couldn’t find one in a store that was precisely what I wanted, I used Microsoft Word to make one of my own, and I had it bound at Kinko’s (I’m a calendar nerd, and I’m not ashamed). Below is a picture of My Lovely on an average week:
Every Sunday night, I happily sit down at my kitchen table to plan my week, my calendar spread open before me, and I breathe in its orderliness. And I am happy.
Well, I was happy. My wonderfully generous and unselfish husband bought me a PDA for Christmas. It’s a nice one–colorful and lightweight and oh-so-much-smarter than I will ever be. It’s compatible with Microsoft Outlook, so I am able to use Outlook for my "at home" calendar, and I keep the PDA with me in my bag. This should be an organized woman’s dream, right?
*semi-pretend sobbing* I MISS MY PAPER CALENDAR! I need it, I need it, I need it, and I feel like I can’t go another day without it. I have tried so hard to be excited about having my daily events computerized. I gave it the benefit of the doubt, I tried to convince myself that I was excited about it, but it is NOT working for me. And I’m fairly tech-savvy–I have a blog, for Pete’s sake, and I communicate more by e-mail than by phone. But it seems my brain cannot wrap itself around the notion of my precious, organized calendar on a computer. I know–it should be the same. But it’s not. Not for me.
And if it sounds like I’m over-reacting, that would be because, well, I am. I have no idea why this has affected me so strongly. I think being able to–literally–put my hands on my calendar was an important part of feeling "on my game" at this juggling act called life. Which is why I’m baring my soul to you now. Please, my blog-reading, tech-savvy friends–what is wrong with me? Am I the only one left in 21st century America who cannot let go of her paper calendar? Or is there someone out there that feels the same way?