There’s a few reasons why I’m a stationery addict – a period of deprivation in my younger days, learning too young how buyingbuyingbuying might make me (temporarily) happy, and just poor financial habits – but I’ll give credit where credit is due. Stationery, or rather planners, help give me a sense of control in my life.
In these days of emails and video conferences and multinationals, work no longer respects your personal boundaries. You might have been woken up at 3am by the ding of an incoming email, or your manager in another country forgetting you’re not in their timezone and in this constant attrition of intangible, relentless barrage against your peace of mind, you reach out for something to physically redraw these lost boundaries.
Today, I figured out a different approach to that potentially eternal question of ‘what is my planner peace’. And so far, I’m pretty happy with it. Let’s revisit a month down the road!