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I don't remember when I first got a planner. I do know that it was a dark pink one with a little ruler and some stickers in the back and a slightly padded cover that snapped closed, and I was very excited about it because we had to order it from American Girl and then I impatiently stalked the mailman until it came.
As soon as it arrived, and with every subsequent planner, I promptly sat down and filled in the information from the days past (I don't think I've ever managed to get one before it started) and then went in and wrote down the things that happened in a regular and predictable manner (like, church or weekly knitting meetings). If there wasn't something written on every day, then why did I even have a planner? Even if it was a very tenuously made plan, I would still write it down, just to have something to write - so there were a lot of small parenthetical "nvm"s (neverminds) scattered throughout.
After a few years, I noticed something. I was filling all the pages with writing but there was still a sense of emptiness, and by March I would usually fall off the planner wagon because my schedule was so rote that I had it memorized (what of it hadn't been nvm'd). By fall I would have forgotten this and I would excitedly get a new planner. I'd choose a type slightly different than the year before, subconsciously, like the fact that the layout was lined or unlined made some sort of difference. Like having a pretty place to keep track of all of the amazing, fun adventures that I had would somehow make them happen.
The funny thing was, whenever I did do something grand and exciting, I didn't ever need to write anything down. Sometimes the adventures were spontaneous and unplanned, and the ones that weren't were sufficiently memorable that I was able to mentally keep track of them (or I used a complex system of Post-It Notes, instead...)
Now I need a planner again, because I can't keep up with four different people's schedules - my life is filled in a different way. Things don't happen the same way every week, and appointments are planned months in advance (due dates, Army schools, haircuts, pediatrician check ups...) I've also learned to accept the spontaneous adventures, knowing that looking back on a mostly blank planner is probably my best indicator of a life that was gone out and lived, instead of only being dreamed about.
So, are your days actually filled with wonder (be it small or great) or do they just have the illusion of fullness?