Apr
27
The Daily Notebook
Filed Under Organization
Daily and recurring preoccupation: The all around book
I’ve slipped back into keeping a journal. I had a lot of arguments for quitting with the journal business. I was very convincing. But I was really just talking myself into something. My biggest gripe had been that the journal business was preventing me from writing anything useful. Turns out, I can come up with any number of excuses to avoid writing anything useful.
When it comes down to it, I enjoy keeping a journal. So I’m back. Writing, musing, recording the nuances of life I will find hilariously entertaining in ten years. Good stuff might go to the site. Other stuff just hangs there. The point is to keep my head working, creating. Maybe someday I’ll write something serious. Or maybe not.
Topic two involves the little daily notebook I carry around for lists and notes. For a long time, I held to a small moleskine notebook. But a couple of weeks ago I hit a singularity of sorts: 1) I filled up the book, 2) I got a job and would be spending considerably less time dicking around in front of my computer, and 3) I slipped into some kind of luddite/minimalist mode.
I’ve always felt more than a little guilt around a Franklin Covey binder in my desk. I’d paid way too much for it in 2004 and only used it for a short time. Perfect opportunity to revive it, no?
But the size is all wrong. And I am becoming increasingly preoccupied with keeping a manual calendar synced with my computer. How very 1998. And where is the line between work and personal lists, anyway?
I’ve sickened myself. This is ridiculous, bordering on madness. I hesitate to wonder what lies at the root of my preoccupation with personal organization. A desire to control a world out of control? A need to mark incremental progress in an unchangeable world? I think I’ll stop carrying a book.
How’s that for minimalism? How’s that for control?
Comments
Leave a Reply
-
Categories
-
Archives
-
My Photos
-
-
