As I scroll through all the “New Year, New Me” posts on social media this week, I can’t help but laugh. New year, same me. No matter how many plans I make, lists I create, or adorable gel pens I buy, procrastination is my loyal companion. There’s no denying it: I will always be the person who waits until the absolute last moment to start a project.
This year, there will be no grand gestures about taking better care of myself or signing up for an expensive membership that just becomes another embarrassing recurring charge I’m too ashamed to cancel. I’m not making vows or promises because, frankly, I know myself too well. Setting myself up for failure is no way to kick off a new year.
I love any excuse to buy a new pen, notebook, or planner. At this point, I could probably open a stationery museum featuring artifacts of my abandoned productivity dreams. When the ball drops and a new year starts, I’m already online hunting for the next magical planner that will transform me into a highly organized adult. There’s something so thrilling about cracking open a fresh notebook and imagining all the brilliant things I’ll jot down. Reality? They’ll join the stationery cemetery on my bookshelf by the end of the week…