|The porch was once buried in tools, various equipment, a couple of fancy stove ovens, and a few ricks of firewood. Plus all the random junk that accumulates on porches during the winter when no one wants to haul stuff further than the front door.|
|The La-di-da Planner|
|Free IU Alumni calendar|
|a small sample of my years of jottings|
My playbook on the other hand has the superior virtues of being user-friendly to persons of an artsy nature. It is a ring binder, and the pages are half of a letter-sized sheet, so it was easy use my 7-hole punch to add pages of drawing paper, graph paper, colored papers, etc. I can add or subtract pages at wil, rearrange to my heart's content. It has plastic sleeves to hold other papers, cards, etc. It zips shut against inclement weather, and the gusseted outer pocket easily holdspens, pencils, scissors, a set of watercolor pencils and a glue stick. Portable art kit. What could be a better resurrection for a languishing planner? No longer consigned to the shame of desktop disuse, it now gets to go places and do things.
In going through my stock (overstock really) of planner pages to set up my playbook I observed that the Task Sheets for January, February and March are all quite blank. I also observed that in all these years I haveset very few goals and have never Formulated A Mission Statement. I think this speaks volumes about my Committment To Excellence.
I have read a good deal on the subject of goal planning and success in life. What does it mean that all really successful businesses have a mission statement to guide their decision making, and that marvelously successful persons in every walk of life have a mission statement to keep them on course, and I little Rapunzel have got no mission statement at all, nor have ever had such a thing?
It means that I have been seriously remiss.
And I truly do repent.
Clearly I cannot go on with my life without properly defining what I am about in this world. I have thought about this for days. Thought and thought and thought some more.
And then in a true Eureka! moment it came to me that I DO Have A Mission Statement. I have had one since I was a very young girl, since I first heard Rick Nelson sing Bob Dylan's "She Belongs to Me" and thought he was singing about myself.
SHE'S GOT EVERYTHING SHE NEEDS
SHE'S AN ARTIST
SHE DON'T LOOK BACK.