I know the quote is supposed make you feel that you should take charge of your day, quite possibly your life, but that’s not always how it works. Life isn’t always a to-do list that you can check off. Life just happens, and things are sometimes beyond our control. We go through phases in our life where we can’t take charge and the days just seems to run us. Sometimes, it’s alright to passively get through those times and wait for the moment to be strong again.
Having your heart broken can be such a humbling experience. Once the initial sadness and anger pass, you’re left with this dreadfully loud, answer-seeking silence. Usually I like being in my own head (such an entertaining place to be), but this silence is the worst. It forces this unfavorable “self-check”; one that makes you assume some responsibility for what’s happened to you…and who really wants to do that?? The only upside to having your heart broken is working the role of the “victim” and claiming your “victim” benefits.
As an unfortunate regular, I must say that I love my perks. You get showered with hugs and sympathy…you gain a “we hate him too” crew…you receive pity drinks at the bar. Yes, I love it all. Now, did any of these perks help me move on with my life? No. Did they help me avoid repeating…
I was browsing through the new bookstore near my house and I came across a fantastic section, all on Filofax. I was so excited to find that they had brought both the Clipbook and the Filofax Notebook. When the Clipbook originally came out, I was extremely skeptical about it. But now, picking it up and holding it my hands, really made me fall for it. The leather look covers look great. I really didn’t like the plastic covers. I could definitely see myself using one of these. So I picked it up.
So it would seem that after a few of months of using a Moleskine, I’ve decided to go back to using a Filofax, in a manner of speaking. I loved using the Moleskine DPP dairy, especially because it was the Star Wars edition. It felt very liberating without any frills, or having to think too much about what to put in or not put in. But as most Filofax enthusiasts know, it’s only a matter of time till we revert to our old habits.
I put in my own DPP diary pages, and managed to fit in Aug to Dec. While it looks fat, it’s pretty light weight and easy to carry even in a medium sized bag. No added stuffing and my back feels happier.
It comes with a variety of non-dated inserts. But I don’t like fold out pages much, probably just not used to them. There’s one lay out which I think has potential, which is the week on two pages shown below.
I’m trying to resist the temptation of putting in any plastic pouches or card holders, for fear that it will become bulky. But I may give it a try for a bit. I’m also looking at adding some kind of clip to carry loose A4 print outs folded in half. I’m quite sure I will need to soon.
Wow, I never realized that I actually registered 5 years ago. I haven’t been posting that long though. I think I started out for a bit but then like all things, I just lost enthusiasm. I guess I found my blogging rhythm last year. As I look back on my posts now, I realise that my blog posts have changed significantly. I used to read a lot of blogs, mainly for information. And I thought that we should blog only if you have something important to say or something informative to share. Over the past two years, I’ve realized that this doesn’t always have to be true. Everything someone can say can be important. A person sharing their feelings or their frustrations, can be just as important. You don’t always have to like what people have to say, and therein lies the beauty of blogging. If you don’t like it, just click the close button on the window.
We all blog for different reasons and to each of us, our reasons are personal and justified. I realized that what I had started doing was not what I wanted to do. I wanted to write… Write about anything and everything. I didn’t want to have to think too much, or structure things. I do enough of that at work. So, after a while blogging became more of a chore than a pleasure. And that’s just so wrong. If the one place where I could say anything, was no longer a happy place, then why do it at all.
So five years on….I have changed, my blog has changed, but I’m much happier about both.