Monday Morning

This weekend, I found a treasure while cleaning the house: A nice, half-page sized notebook. It's the type that you get when you start working at a new company, with a hardcover and the tech company logo embossed on the cover, with a little piece of satin ribbon to use as a book mark, with an elastic band to satisfying snap around the notebook when you're finished writing, as if that little elastic can neatly contain all the little thoughts you just jotted down.

So, today, a fortuitous Monday Morning, I jotted down some goals for the week. Dang, it feels good. I dipped my toes into bullet journaling at one point and I loved the idea. I loved the idea of a beautiful journal that could house thoughts and planning and doodles and things. But it honestly became too tedious and too much work (which ironically seems to be against the original bullet journaling intention). But I love a good notebook full of to-do lists and order.

Well, it's Monday morning and I'm writing something, anything. Right now, I'm listening to Juanes, hoping that some of the spanish will sink into my brain while I'm working today. I did a couple squats at my standing desk because I'm trying to be better. I started laundry. I put stuff in the compost. I pondered how I'd like to make a drip irrigation system or finish my quilt or play my harmonica or go on a run or all sorts of other interesting things. Not to say my work isn't interesting. I'm just very scattered today.

So this was it: Writing just to force myself to write. Better than nothing.