the funny thing is, i bought a calendar. the entire past year i have been bitching about my digital calendar on google. i would miss things, because i didn’t pay much attention to when i put things in the calendar. when i had a paper calendar i would always remember because i have a good muscle memory about writing things down. i wanted to get back to basics. my husband and i drove cross country over christmas and new years to see family. i hyper-fixated on getting a calendar, and i used the time not driving to research. then i learned about paper, and journal types, and japanese stationary, pens, and i nearly commented on a review of a notebook, ‘helpful.’ my stalogy editors 365 with not really tomoe river paper, but close, arrived at my in laws, i spent a few hours tracing layouts, then scrapped it to just write in the dates. i got to july, and i stopped adding dates to the calendar. i got back to chicago, and i haven’t used the damn thing once. i bought a specialty pen. and i worry the boldness is too thick. i don’t really have interest in using it. it was much easier to schedule getting my iud removed on gcal. i don’t carry a bag anymore to even hold a notebook. i work from home. i’m not bringing a notebook to a bar with friends. it’s sitting there, collecting dust on my desk.
i think though, i might doodle in it, to make use of the 14.99. but the pages are already written in. perhaps i moved to hastily. i was thinking about getting a new backpack last year to. now, i don’t know what i should do. i think so far, 2022 has largely been the same as 2021. a blur of time and impulsive online purchases.
Hollywood Wiggs 