Every time I think I’m out, they pull me back in…

…with their charming, celestial-themed covers, and their cheerful little stickers. The idea that maybe this year, maybe if I keep at it (and purchase another $60 worth of stationery) I might be able to find that elusive work/life balance, keep on top of all my three hundred forty-seven projects, and live a Happier Life™ or whatever it is they promise.

Things have changed since the last time I was in Planner Hell. First of all, I designed and helped publish Sam Bennett’s Real Life Planner, which is a sleeper hit and provides a really innovative way to plan. The one thing I feel it’s missing is a long-term outlook, but it’s really designed to keep the user’s day from slipping away on unaccounted-for nonsense, and to create space for actual, actionable self-reflection. As with every planner, there’s no One Prefect Solution.

I need to calendar electronically to make sure my appointment scheduler works, but I’ve never been happy with the integration of calendar apps and to-do list apps. So I have always had a companion notebook, but I lose track of some tasks because I don’t have a regular planning routine. Because it’s not fun.

So, stickers.


Planner Hell.

And because I’m persnickety about design, and I’m so, so tired of brush script on every damn thing marketed at women, and the planner I picked out starts in January, and I like being able to choose my spreads on a week-by-week basis based on pure whimsy, I have worked up pages for my 7×9.25″ discbound planner with full bleeds, and am diving back into making expansion packs with worksheets inspired by (read: stolen from) every planner system known to man. Woman. Me. Whatever.

Welcome back to Planner Hell. Stay a while. Stay Forever.


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