Structure is good.

Sometimes the way we perceive ourselves isn't entirely correct.  Like the time my room mates in college told me I was boy crazy, to which I denied profusely.  I felt like I was no more boy crazy than the next girl, which now after re-reading some of my journal entries from back then, couldn't be more untrue as every single one of these pages are filled with past, current and future love interests.  My little brothers, who have recently confessed to reading my diaries, can confirm this.  Grrr.  I remember the look of shock and amazement on my friends' faces after scoffing and denying that I was in no way boy crazy.  The look said: "How can you be so completely oblivious to this cold, hard fact?"  Yup, they were were spot on.  

I also never thought of myself as a structured person.  "I'm an artist.  I'm not supposed to be structured.  I am a free spirit."  And maybe I wasn't until recently or until Ruby was diagnosed with D.  I don't know, but the other day, I realized that I am indeed structured, almost anal-retentively so.  I have a daily planner: a Moleskine notebook which I religiously keep my schedule, lists, etc. in, and it is the best creation ever.  

A hard cover notebook with a pocket in the back with an elastic closure; lined, blank or graphed paper; small, medium or large; all sorts of color selections, though only the classic black is show here:

  

I love them.  

This could possibly be what heaven looks like:

Not only do I have my Moleskine, I also keep a calendar on my computer, my iCal, which is color coded and like all things Apple, aesthetically pleasing and user friendly.  In addition to those calendars, I also have a big one I keep in my art room on a large white board, which I also update.  Yes, I realize I am writing everything down multiple times.  And, to top it off, in my journals, I have found myself making mini-calendars.  (Right, John?  Right, Joe?)  Sometimes these calendars are made to count down events I am looking forward to, but also I have made daily calendars in which I have scheduled every single minute of my day...Yah.  I know.

So, I just wrote this big paragraph in defense of my crazy calendaring, listing all the benefits of being this bizarre, but then I deleted it after just deciding to go with this:  Ok, fine.  I'm crazy. But I like it and it works for me.

Ok, I've gone past my allotted Blog Time.  I'm late to Blow My Nose.