Ode To The Bullet Journal.

• Ode to the Bullet journal .

• I don't know you yet.

A Bullet Journal * picture courtesy of Nickie from Typecast

• I didn't know that I need you but I do.

• For today was the day that I found I needed you.

• I woke with a sense of I should be doing something that uneasy nagging feeling that you can't quite shift . I live  in a digital world, everything is at my beck , flip or call . Is it on line ? can I access the information on my computer, phone, IPad or any other smart device?

• So what did I forget was it to buy the milk ? the necessity in the start of peoples day ?

• Was it forgetting to feed the cat ? so hungry it was ready to gnaw the postman's leg off at any opportunity.

• Had I forgotten to pay a bill, would I be getting a phone call or a letter, a lovely shade of red.

• Did I owe the government money * yes actually bless those Tax Credits ( sideways look)

• When it is just you organising yourself you can sort of do it by remembering but it soon spirals out of control, more and more so the older you get, as the grey noggin revolts and declares "we don't need to hold that information"

• It is not only the march of older age that leads us in organising failure it is also hectic lives, and those of our children, our children's children, wives , partners, husbands pets.

• Think of an Octopus at a rave blowing  whistles and waving glow sticks then you have a sense of how I feel.

• So down to the nuts and bolts of what I actually forgot.

• WORK.

• How could anyone forgot work.

• Not a problem you might think but I was here.

I wasn't where I should have been !

• OOPS.

• SO I pedalled like fury like the character associated with the witch out of Wizard of Oz .

• Bradley Wiggins had nothing on me and I wasn't overly late and still had the time to do the Cha Cha in aerobics.

• So I need to get a Bullet Journal to get me organised.

• It is basically old school analogue that answers a calling in this mad , mad digital world.

The long and winding road.