I suck at organization. I’m much more comfortable in my messy chaos. But, near the beginning of the new year, (OMG, It’s April! How the fuck did that happen??) I decided to get back in the habit of writing more regularly for my blog.
I searched Pinterest and printed out these cutesy weekly planners for a schedule and filled out my blog post ideas weeks in advance.
Ummm, yeah. That worked out well.
Seeing my ideas written down in ink made me twitchy because I don’t like lists and suck at planning things out. My 14 year-old self came popping up. Meaning? I rebelled against that fucking schedule.
I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m spontaneous but lists and lots of planning just isn’t my thing.
OMG, THE PRESSURE!!
I’m more of a see where the day takes me kind of person than an organizer.
Just like to-do lists with my husband. I rather nag at him constantly than make a list for him that will be ignored. It’s so much more fun.
Even if I do make a list for, let’s say the store, no matter how many times I look at that damn list while shopping, I usually forget the most needed items on the list.
Like toilet paper.
Which is what I should turn the pages of my blog post schedule into.