Give me ALL the Colors!
If you came out of 2020 butt-tired and ready for a nap 😴, then know you are not alone.
And now we get to deal with the many well-intentioned, but never quite sustainable, New Year's 🎉resolutions.
Two of mine-- be more positive and get better organized. Simple, right? 🙄
2020 has been given some knocks, that's for sure. But if I'm going to embrace the positive 🤗(ugh) then I do have to acknowledge that 2020 was a great year for me. Three books published, all hit best seller lists 🤩, two made into audiobooks and all three translated into German. 🇩🇪Danke.
My five-year-old son started and ❤️LOVES ❤️kindergarten and my eight-year-old daughter has perfected the sarcasm and vocal inflection of Alicia Silverstone, a la her 1995 performance in Clueless. 💁♀️Like, totally.
Besides the obvious (cough-COVID-cough), 2020 also brought to my attention that I am woefully unorganized. Between home-schooling👩🏫, social distancing😷, teaching online college courses👩💻, and writing/publishing/marketing three books📚, I spent most of 2020 just trying to keep my head above water, tackling each new and unusual problem as they occurred and distressfully unable to work ahead. 😣
My 2021 solution-- ORGANIZATION!!!
What does this mean?
Apparently, it means spending three weeks researching the best planners, watching YouTube video after YouTube video about Kanban boards and buying out all the pretty colored post-it notes in the Gulf Coast area.😱
My husband, in an effort to be both helpful (and thrifty after the third box of office supplies arrived from Amazon) informed me we already had a lot of the stuff I was buying.
I said we didn't.
He picked up a pack of my newly purchased dry-erase markers and said “We have hundreds of these.”
I snatched them back. “These are the deluxe edition dry-erase markers from Shutter Art in Vibrant Rainbow. 🌈Are you telling me that we have dry-erase markers in Vibrant Rainbow🌈?”
“Well no, but--”
“I rest my case.” Then proceeded to open a pack of folders.
“We have tons of those too!” At this point my husband has taken to wild hand gestures to show his level of frustration.
I am unimpressed. “We do not have flocked, pastel-colored file folders any where in this house.”
A pause.
“No, but we have the regular ones🗂️.”
“You want me to use manila?” The last word spoken on a horrified gasp. Sometimes it's like my husband doesn't even know who he married.
“So you think" --He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment-- "that just because it is pretty, it will be more useful?”
“Yes." I nod, the conviction of a thousand souls in my voice. "One hundred percent.”
He left after that and went back upstairs to his small corner of the guest bedroom where he works on various things NASA 🚀and aerospace in an atmosphere of standard-colored office supplies, leaving me to my cacophony of brightly hued 🌈papers and pens, complete with gold-foiled 💛 washi tape.
So, besides the marital misunderstandings, getting organized to be less stressed turned out really 🤬 f#cking stressful.
Oh, the irony.
However, having finally chosen one of the many (pretty) poster-sized yearly calendars from my Pinterest board and snagged a framed white board from Hobby Lobby for forty percent off, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
And that light is f#cking multi-colored, let me tell you. 🦄🌈
And now we get to deal with the many well-intentioned, but never quite sustainable, New Year's 🎉resolutions.
Two of mine-- be more positive and get better organized. Simple, right? 🙄
2020 has been given some knocks, that's for sure. But if I'm going to embrace the positive 🤗(ugh) then I do have to acknowledge that 2020 was a great year for me. Three books published, all hit best seller lists 🤩, two made into audiobooks and all three translated into German. 🇩🇪Danke.
My five-year-old son started and ❤️LOVES ❤️kindergarten and my eight-year-old daughter has perfected the sarcasm and vocal inflection of Alicia Silverstone, a la her 1995 performance in Clueless. 💁♀️Like, totally.
Besides the obvious (cough-COVID-cough), 2020 also brought to my attention that I am woefully unorganized. Between home-schooling👩🏫, social distancing😷, teaching online college courses👩💻, and writing/publishing/marketing three books📚, I spent most of 2020 just trying to keep my head above water, tackling each new and unusual problem as they occurred and distressfully unable to work ahead. 😣
My 2021 solution-- ORGANIZATION!!!
What does this mean?
Apparently, it means spending three weeks researching the best planners, watching YouTube video after YouTube video about Kanban boards and buying out all the pretty colored post-it notes in the Gulf Coast area.😱
My husband, in an effort to be both helpful (and thrifty after the third box of office supplies arrived from Amazon) informed me we already had a lot of the stuff I was buying.
I said we didn't.
He picked up a pack of my newly purchased dry-erase markers and said “We have hundreds of these.”
I snatched them back. “These are the deluxe edition dry-erase markers from Shutter Art in Vibrant Rainbow. 🌈Are you telling me that we have dry-erase markers in Vibrant Rainbow🌈?”
“Well no, but--”
“I rest my case.” Then proceeded to open a pack of folders.
“We have tons of those too!” At this point my husband has taken to wild hand gestures to show his level of frustration.
I am unimpressed. “We do not have flocked, pastel-colored file folders any where in this house.”
A pause.
“No, but we have the regular ones🗂️.”
“You want me to use manila?” The last word spoken on a horrified gasp. Sometimes it's like my husband doesn't even know who he married.
“So you think" --He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment-- "that just because it is pretty, it will be more useful?”
“Yes." I nod, the conviction of a thousand souls in my voice. "One hundred percent.”
He left after that and went back upstairs to his small corner of the guest bedroom where he works on various things NASA 🚀and aerospace in an atmosphere of standard-colored office supplies, leaving me to my cacophony of brightly hued 🌈papers and pens, complete with gold-foiled 💛 washi tape.
So, besides the marital misunderstandings, getting organized to be less stressed turned out really 🤬 f#cking stressful.
Oh, the irony.
However, having finally chosen one of the many (pretty) poster-sized yearly calendars from my Pinterest board and snagged a framed white board from Hobby Lobby for forty percent off, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
And that light is f#cking multi-colored, let me tell you. 🦄🌈
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