a letter to you, little planner

  Oh you little Erin Condren planner, how you make me happy. I write all of my little notes, my to-dos, and my plans in you. I keep you safe and dry on a daily basis. I have neat handwriting (most of the time) for you and you alone. I love your chevron pattern to death and I think we are best friends. But lately, you've made me want to pull my hair out. Overwhelmed is what you make me feel. You are supposed to keep me organized, little planner. But instead, I have visual proof of how busy my schedule has become. Proof of how I have too many things to do in too few hours of the day. Alas my little planner, I know it's not your fault. But there is nothing better than blaming inanimate objects instead of yourself no matter what it is. Am I right? So please, from now on, instead of looking at the words I write as what makes my schedule too busy, help me look at it as life. Because in reality, it would be boring any other way. Until the end of the year, little chartreuse planner, we can still be best friends.   Now that I'm done talking to my planner, I wanted to take a second and thank each and every one of you who frequent this place. And if you haven't noticed, it's almost 300! This little whirlwind of a hobby has quickly become a place that feels like home. It wouldn't have happened without all you readers that have stuck with me from the beginning. This blog owner has big plans and there's no stopping her now. Thank you for giving me the drive to keep going.   Happy Thursday everyone! To Tallahassee I go. (is there ever going to be a weekend I'm not traveling?)