Last night’s dinner! I tried three new recipes: turkey crown in the Instant Pot, Brussels sprouts with bacon, and sweet potato casserole.
Criminy loves romping in tissue paper, so he’s a fan of this holiday. I’m a fan of his pink bottom lip!
I was utterly charmed by this winter shadowbox take-and-make craft designed and demonstrated by a librarian at my library.
Finished reading: Big Friendship: How We Keep Each Other Close by Aminatou Sow and Ann Friedman 📚
An analog-planner-inclined friend of mine asked about my 2020 planner “lessons learned” and thoughts for 2021 planning. After writing an extremely long email in response, I thought I’d flesh it out into a post in case it’s useful for anyone else.
Although I didn’t know it at the time, last year I did two things that helped my planner setup immensely.
But I was still deeply committed to analog planning because I think better on paper than I do on the screen. After years with Bullet Journals, I started 2020 with a dated Passion Planner Weekly. I have finally accepted that I think and plan in weekly increments, and while I admire the creativity and skill it takes to create elaborate “weekly spreads” in Bullet Journals, I don’t enjoy doing that anymore. I like the Small (A5 or 5.8” x 8.3”) size for portability, although the planners also come in Medium (6.9” x 9.8”) and Large (A4 or 8.3” x 11.7”).
There is a lot to love about Passion Planners. The company was founded by Angelia Trinidad, a Filipinx artist and entrepreneur, and they have a deep commitment to giving back through their “Get One, Give One” program. Passion Planners are made from high-quality materials, like long-wearing faux leather covers and sustainably-sourced 120 GSM paper that stands up to any my fountain pen inks. But most compelling to me is how this planner encourages me to break down my big goals in smaller, achievable steps, and reflect monthly on my progress.
In January, I filled out my Passion Roadmap for the year, feeling very organized, inspired, and ready to achieve my goals.
And then the second week of March happened. Everything at work changed almost overnight, and kept changing. Suddenly I needed much more note-taking space than my Passion Planner had — or so I thought, because I was hoarding the 20 blank pages and 20 dot-grid pages in the back.
So I switched to a dot-grid notebook for the note-taking space, and went back to a Bullet Journal setup. This gave me plenty of space for notes, but lacked an efficient way of tracking projects, due dates, and agenda items, and all of these were only increasing in intensity.
Two months into my new remote-working situation, it was clear that my system was about to fail, and fail hard. I transcribed all of my items into my digital task manager, Todoist … which resulted in lots of lists that were overwhelming to view and challenging to manage.
Here is where the hybrid productivity method I learned about earlier really came in handy: I now use Todoist as a place to collect tasks and track due dates, and use my Passion Planner as the space to plan out when I will work on them.
By June, when we started to work onsite again, I had ditched the Bullet Journal for the Passion Planner again, with a slight modification of the back pages I was hoarding: I used the blank pages as post-it parking so that I could utilize the pages without using them up.
In retrospect, I should have just used the blank pages for notes. All of this was such over-engineering! Now I manage all of those agenda-type notes in Todoist, one list per meeting.
The big missing piece of my puzzle was what everyone kept telling me to do: the weekly review. Weekly reviews were frustrating for me this year because everything changes so quickly; I grew disappointed in spending all that time on a Sunday evening planning everything out only to have it all lost by Tuesday afternoon.
Now I do a 10-minute review each night before I get ready for bed. I look at one of the filters I’ve set up in Todoist and use it to time-block the next day in my Passion Planner.
I used to think it was a waste of time to copy my appointments from my calendar app to an analog calendar, but now I view the practice as a way for me to keep my days in balance. With only a digital view into my days before, I could accidentally overload a day with meetings. These days I have a clearer picture of what needs to get done so I can block off enough time to do it.
I learned three big lessons from planning this year:
All of this is, in the grand scheme of things, not that important. It’s important to me because the structure I’ve described allows me to keep functioning. People rely on me to keep functioning, so I’m very focused on it right now. And also I am aware that I am privileged to even be writing this when others are losing their jobs, their homes, their loved ones, their lives. But like I said at the start, maybe some small part of this will be useful to someone else. That’s my hope, anyway.
Last night I had such a peaceful dream of buying a bike with a basket on it so I could take my beloved cat Zen to the park. I loved watching her loll and stretch in the grass. Tough to wake up and leave her, but I’m still smiling.
Successfully hosted a family game night over Zoom! 🎲 We played All Bad Cards. An hour was long enough for us to get the hang of the gameplay and not too long that we got bored.
I just sang “Go Your Own Way” to a spider after rescuing it from two bloodthirsty kittens. I would blame this behavior on dangerously low socialization levels due to the pandemic, but let’s not kid ourselves.
I appreciated this post about using social media without becoming addicted to it. Being more intentional about social media has vastly improved my outlook and my mood.
Some evenings I just want to pretend I’m in a cozy Christmas cafe. 🎄☕️
On my lunch break, I accidentally read about entropy and now I don’t understand time anymore. How’s your day going?
If you are looking for an organization to support on Giving Tuesday, please consider brightening the holiday season for one of the families staying at Good Neighbor Center by purchasing a gift from their wish list.
📚 Read: The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters ⭐️⭐️ The setting is well-researched and well-written, especially the fate of grand estates in post-war Britain, but I wasn’t much interested in the plot or characters.
While I am a bit laid up with accidental gluten ingestion, feeling sorry for myself but also irritated by feeling sorry for myself, I thought I’d take a moment to write to you and justify the existence of this website.
So here we are, the weekend before Thanksgiving in the US, and no one is going anywhere. In this household, at least. The New York Times has produced yet another steaming pile of self-righteousness in the form of this op-ed.
To save you time and brain cells I’ll summarize: “Dear reader, I’ve traced my COVID-19 bubble and it’s enormous! Here’s my anecdata to show you how much my actions impact others’ lives in the midst of a deadly pandemic. And yet, I’ve got to go with my gut, so I’m traveling to see my parents this year.”
Considering the carnival of callousness that 2020 has been, I did not think it was possible to be further disappointed by the New York Times, by writers who flaunt their cognitive biases in dangerous op-eds, or by people in general. But hey, I clicked the link. (What am I doing still clicking links?)
FunkyPlaid and I have exercised an overabundance of caution since mid-March. Overall, I would not call it a fun year (although I have fun with him anywhere, including “stuck indoors for months at a time”). We have given up things we really wanted to do and people we really wanted to see. Also, because of my job, I’ve been plugged into public health reports since March. In April and May, I was still so hopeful for the summer months. I had this dream of being “back to normal” (ha!) by September.
I don’t want to go back to normal. Normal was horrible and unacceptable for so many people. Let’s go forward to better. And by April 2021, please? Earlier this week at the Portland Book Festival, Margaret Atwood said we would enter the ending penumbra (or some similarly brilliant wording) by April 2021.
Readying myself for that ending penumbra, I’ll share a few lessons I have learned this year:
Happy Thanksgiving. Don’t go anywhere and don’t click on anything.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about that Maya Angelou quote, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” I need to learn how to do this before it happens again. My heart is so sore.
For me, it’s not elation, but relief. Not pride in voting, but gratitude for the grassroots activists who fought so others could vote. Not rest, but resolve for harder work until “for liberty and justice for all” is real.
When I’m feeling overworked, anxious about the upcoming election, and enraged about the lack of federal leadership during a pandemic, I like to start a 50,000-word writing project. 😱 #NaNoWriMo
Earlier today I talked myself out of buying a Hobonichi Weeks planner with a cover from Shaun Tan’s “The Arrival”. It was a close call; I love the graphic novel so much.
Yesterday my aunt died of COVID-19. I’m not sharing this for sympathy; I’m sharing this because people are still prioritizing their convenience and comfort over others’ lives. I am begging you to take this seriously. #WearAMask