Planner extravaganza: A ride through memory lane

I was never the type who depended so much on planners. I guess I never really liked the idea of following little notes of what-to-do. This doesn’t mean that I don’t pay attention to time or deadlines. In fact, I hold them close to my heart. It’s just that every time I scribble entries on the so-called scheduler, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming exhaustion. I must admit: I don’t like the idea of looking at a task list.

 

But every so often, you’d be reminded how your memory is starting to lose its old rigor and how keeping a planner just seems to be the most rational thing to do. I guess, when your life is becoming a little more cramped up than it should, there’s not much choice.

 

I have to admit: this isn’t the first time I had a planner. In fact, I’ve been getting one for the last four years as a Christmas present. My friends have been cajoling me to just use one. I did. It’s just that every time I try, it ended like a blank slate with little scribbles. Yes, after the first two months.

 

But when you start growing a little older (we’ve got to accept this somehow), things change. There becomes a momentary switch to just reflect and go down memory lane.  Questions like “What have I been doing for the past year” seems to just crop up from nowhere. 

 

I guess, when you’re about to enter a new phase, growing a little sentimental becomes inevitable. I should know, I’ve been constantly bombarded by uncalled ‘mushiness’ these past few months because of graduation. (Whoever told moving on was easy may have been a superhero.)

 

Time to get one

 

So when I saw my friends looking at their planners at the end of the year with those thoughtful smiles, and dubious little quirks, I knew it was time to get one. I realized planners weren’t just there to organize your life or to arrange your appointments on a day-to-day basis. It has become for a lot of people, a narrative of what they have been and become.

 

Now that I’ve been thinking, it would have been really nice to have the luxury of just going back to those good old times and celebrate life from your own personal novel. Had I got a time machine, I would have turned back time, and write on my first planner with so much detail that memories don’t have a choice but to linger. 

 

Bad with dates (and names)

 

I must admit: I’m bad with dates and names. Through time, I’ve learned to admit to myself that memorizing every single detail is almost impossible. But just as anyone who has ever forgotten anything, I realized how much I was missing out with my “flawed memory bank” despite knowing the worn-out cliché that “Nothing is perfect.” 

 

I suppose journals might be my way of coping this 2012. It was my way of making up for my faults and weaknesses. What most people don’t understand is that it’s much more frustrating for the part of the “pseudo-amnesiac” to always forget. It meant missing out on a lot of beautiful things. 

 

Word of advice from a ‘forgetful memory junkie’: An ‘overlook’ doesn’t mean you’re less important or special. –KG, GMA News