You can read back to my post about my old life in April if you want to know more about why I fixated on my planners.

I was just looking through my photos and found the one I had taken of my old planner to put in Saturday’s post, but then I didn’t end up using it.  Tonight I stared at the photo again, and tried to remember what I had actually done that week.  Had I gone to Audubon Park or the Habitat House, as they both seemed to be scheduled simultaneously?  I think I went to Audubon in the a.m. and showed up at the Habitat House in the afternoon, but I’m not sure.  When I look at the volunteer list there, I think that’s what happened.

Why does it say “organ donation?” in the middle of that same day?  I’m 99.9 percent sure that I didn’t donate any organs that day . . . what did that mean?

Who was Andrew?  I think he was a teacher at one of the other schools who needed a large Habitat shirt for one of his students, but I can’t be sure.

Well, yoga is penciled in on Tuesday evening; that’s good!

Oh, and I had a giant grant to finish – that was hanging over my head, thus the big words GRANT over there on Wednesday. I’ll bet you that I didn’t end up working on it then, and had to do it on the weekend – I’ll bet that something came up at school that I had to take care of instead . . .

Here’s my planner now (washed out a little to protect the identities of my innocent tutees  – I don’t know – probably unnecessary but you never can tell . . .)

What I’m excited about noticing is the open space.  The vast expanses of open space.  Yes, I worked until 9 p.m. tonight, and I was tutoring at 8 a.m., but I had time in the middle of the day to sit down and take my time eating lunch.  To rest and look out the window with my cat.  To take photos of the citrus tree.  To ride my bicycle.

To breathe.  Ahhhhh.  Wow, I am super-lucky and grateful.  Oh, and I had a cupcake today too.  So that makes things practically perfect.