Oh, my…I’m so confused!!!???
All these calendars and all these methods! I need stickers!
And 
a Happy Planner! Doesn’t that sound good? And a Traveler’s Planner. Or maybe a Planner Perfect! That sounds good, too. But not a Bullet Journal—that’s a time waster, as far as I can see. Now–Hobonichi or Erin Condren?
Or maybe… I’ll go back to my usual …
Spiral notebook, small notebook, and large calendar.
I understand art journals. And free writing journals. And gratitude journals. And financial journals. However, the thought of twenty or more of them boggles my mind.
Last year, when I saw that writers and artists loved journals, I began to expand from one to—more. I repurposed various calendars and notebooks that I had around the house. Not the same, I’m sure, but I wasn’t about to invest in a bazillion journals, when I was just trying things out.
This year I did invest in one good calendar. My journal is still a plain notebook in which I do a gratitude list, a review of the previous day and my schedule for the current day.
Then I free write. Sometimes it’s how I feel. Sometimes it’s intentions for the day. Sometimes it’s problem solving. Sometimes it’s ranting and whining. Sometimes it’s a rough draft for a blog post. I did try a practice wherein I journal about my upcoming day and why I wanted to get certain things done, with limited success; ultimately, it was too prescriptive for me.
Some people use a notebook for their budget and spending. I’ve used an Excel spending plan for 20 years or so and it works well, so I’m not going to change it. In addition, I’ve always had a little notebook to record my cash spending that also works for me.
One thing I noticed in watching videos about people’s favorite journals: they are handled with reverence. They love their journals. They need all twenty plus. Okay. I like my spiral notebooks and my one calendar well enough—because they work for me. I also like to live by these words: Keep it simple, Candy. I also like: If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it. I like those pretty planners, too, though. The bottom line: my house is too small, and the landfills are too big. Another trite saying I believe: I have enough.
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