It's the time of year for the transferring of vital information from the old planner to the new planner. Truth be told I don't know why I call it a planner anymore. It's a glorified calendar with a place to record important thoughts that come to me out of the blue that might lead to something. Sometime. Maybe.
For whatever reason, I still have a need to be able to hold a calendar in my hands, and turn pages, and see a month at a time. To that end, I pulled out some supplies today and followed the cut and paste trail my sister laid out for me.
Old kitty photos, Uppercase magazines, images that make me catch my breath, anything that whispered to me. Nothing was sacred.
I can't say for sure how it's all going to shake out yet, but I can say with great certainty that I am having fun figuring it all out.
And I like the direction I am headed in.