The Bullet Journal

The first thirty years of my life my plan was to be late to half of my appointments and to forget about the other half, to never accomplish anything, and to hate myself. The next fifteen years my plan was to start getting organized and start being the sort of person I could trust to get stuff done and get me places in a reliable fashion. I like myself a lot better now and we have a lot more fun together.  Continue reading

What’s Next?

I’ve had ideas of writing a book for about ten years now. You’d think that was enough to time to have written one but I was kind of busy. First of all, I was busy parenting and simply getting my act together. I became such a mess the first twenty years of my life that I spent the next twenty years digging myself out of the hole that my bad education had gotten me into. I also wasted a lot of time trying to figure out what other people wanted me to do and then running around like a circus animal doing it. Continue reading

Addicted to Chaos

I claim that I want to be organized and that I want a calm and simple life so why do I keep starting project after project?

That’s a good question.

My only excuse is that we have needs. We need an education and money and better health and more fun and the time slips away and the chaos builds. Continue reading