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I was having one today.
I got up this morning and couldn't find my "list book".
My list book is a little pocket-sized reporter style lined Moleskine notebook in which I make lists and lists of all the things I need to do - today, this week, this month, this quarter... it's the ONLY way in hell I can keep all my spinning plates balanced.
And I couldn't find my damn book.
I searched e v e r y w h e r e. Everywhere. The cars, the roof, under the cat. Every conceivable and inconceivable place that it could possibly be hiding.
No book.
Finally (and this is early afternoon by now mind you) I decided that there was nothing for it but to drive all the way across town and buy a new one.
Do I have a dozen blank little notebooks hiding all over the studio?
Absolutely.
Are they pocket-sized reporter style lined Moleskine notebook?
No. They. Are. Not.
With illogical tears welling up in my eyes I drove.
I KNEW the exact style of the book should not in any way matter. I knew this completely. But that sensory issue, slightly OCD little girl inside of me simply could not cope.
I got out of the car at the bookstore and realized I was wearing two different shoes.
With a mis-match-shoed walk of shame, I scurried into the shop, found my book, bought it and instantly - a flood of relief filled me. I had my book. The world was right. It was 2pm, and I had wasted a ton of my day and hadn't gotten a damn thing done yet, but that didn't matter.
I don't know why some days I can keep one million things together smooth and cool and some days - that little girl who just need her book - HER book- takes over.
I guess every now and then you just have to give the illogical a little rein and give yourself a break.
Some days are just like that.
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Oh dear. I totally understand. I hope your new book fills you with new hope, and I kind of hope you find your old book somewhere too! x
ReplyDeleteI live by lists. I get irrationally worried that if I were to ever lose on of my precious list books and some stranger found it, they'd find me completely insane based on my lists alone. I do hope you find your old book, though.
ReplyDeleteSorry you inherited your OCDness from me. You are so "your mother's daughter" sometimes. I love you and every OCD portion of your little self. I would have done the exact same thing, you know...
ReplyDeleteNice to see the list isn't on an i-phone, and that pen and paper are still in use today.
ReplyDeleteOh my, days like that need to be dismissed as soon as they're done! I hope your Saturday is going better? I completely empathize. I'm totally a list girl as well with a couple of books on the go at any one time.
ReplyDeleteA new note book is bliss though! Fresh new pages all waiting to be filled up! ♥
As a list girl myself, I totally relate to this. My notebooks are like little security blankets and I need (NEED) to know they're close by. I hope your new notebook improved your day and I hope you find the old one eventually. :)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, I know just what you mean. Some days require more of myself than others and if it's not one missing thing I can't function without, it might as well be three dozen. Tiny quirks.
ReplyDeleteTake a deep breath and go fill your little book with new lovely things. xoxox