I Was Lost, But Now I’m Found

Two notebooks, one purple with a pen clipped to it and one black spiral notebook under the purple one

If there is anything I want to remember, I write it down. I had started an editorial calendar in the purple notebook in this picture.

I finished working in it one day and “put it up.” Okay, let’s be real. I put it in a tote bag that I use a lot.

The tote bag got moved. I have another one I can use. (They call me the bag lady for a reason.) No big deal.

At least, no big deal until I started looking for that notebook.

“Just get another notebook. It’s not like you don’t have enough.”

“Just use your phone like everyone else does. ” (No, nobody really said either of these to me.)

But I needed that notebook because of some things I had written in it. Plus, another notebook was with it. My crochet notebook. I really needed that one too.

And I’ve tried just keeping things in my phone. It doesn’t work for me. There’s something about the contact of pen with paper that I find necessary.

This morning, I saw the original tote bag with both notebooks inside. I feel like I’ve been found.

Or at least part of my brain has been.

Question of the day: Do you write everything down on paper or put it in your phone? Why?