Dear My Planner,
First off, I was not sure if capitalizing your title was appropriate, but you deserve the capital letter. To be completely honest you deserve caps lock. You deserve YOUR WHOLE NAME TO BE LIKE THIS SO OTHER PEOPLE THINK I’M YELLING.
We have grown up together, and have transformed into an updated and better version of us. I am a 19-year-old college student. You are a 2017-2018 spiral bound book that manages to keep my life from falling apart. When we were first thrown together in fourth grade, you were the bane of my existence. The audacity my teacher had making me remember to get you signed every night made my eleven-year-old self-want to scream. Since then I am happy to say that I have grown up, a little bit.
In the past, our relationship was rocky. I would start to use you for a few months, but the moment I left you, because I “did not need you anymore” my life would quickly fall apart. Tasks would not be completed. Events would be left on the back burner. Worst of all you would be left alone. As your days would go to waste I would go about mine, with the constant feeling of something being forgot because you were not there to complete me. We have had a good thing going this past year and I plan on keeping it up.
I spend most of my days running around like a chicken with its head cut off, but who needs a head when everything is in your weekly layout? You go through a lot every day and you do it for me, and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your hard work.
With all my love and… “hold on I need to add something to you…” I forgot what I was talking about.