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In a triumph of hope over experience, I have purchased a planner for 2021. I spent a long time searching for the perfect one. It had to have the layout I liked, note pages in the back, and, most importantly, it had to be pretty. Then I bought a new fountain pen and new ink to go with it. It took me an equally long time to choose those two things. Yes, the ink is green to match the pen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am now very ready to write down all the things that won’t happen in the next year. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am a person who likes to have plans. I want things to look forward to. I want to know what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, and next year. I like to plan vacations for months ahead of time. I am living in a world where plans are all turned upside down and I am not sure what to do about that. How do we plan when we don’t know when or if the world is ever going to allow us to live normally again? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can’t plan a vacation, much to my sorrow. Frequently, all I have to write down for the week are minor, uneventful things that I can easily remember without a written reminder. I suppose I didn’t really need a planner. I have one anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For now, I will use it to write down my infrequent appointments, track my work hours, and log the books I have read. I will, slightly obsessively, note on which days I exercise. It won’t get a lot of use but I will admire it, and the pen and ink, with great regularity. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day, when we can make plans again, I will be ready. I live in hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In a triumph of hope over experience, I have purchased a planner for 2021. I spent a long time searching for the perfect one. It had to have the layout I liked, note pages in the back, and, most importantly, it had to be pretty. Then I bought a new fountain pen and new ink to go with it. It took me an equally long time to choose those two things. Yes, the ink is green to match the pen. I am now very ready to write down all the things that won’t happen in the next year. I am a person who likes to have plans. I want things to look forward to. I want to know what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, and next year. I like to plan vacations for months ahead of time. I am living in a world where plans are all turned upside down and I am not sure what to do about that. How do we plan when we don’t know when or if the world is ever going to allow us to live normally again? I can’t plan a vacation, much to my sorrow. Frequently, all I have to write down for the week are minor, uneventful things that I can easily remember without a written reminder. I suppose I didn’t really need a planner. I have one anyway. For now, I will use it to write down my infrequent appointments, track my work hours, and log the books I have read. I will, slightly obsessively, note on which days I exercise. It won’t get a lot of use but I will admire it, and the pen and ink, with great regularity. One day, when we can make plans again, I will be ready. I live in hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2998,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2993","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life-lately"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2993","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2993"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2993\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3004,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2993\/revisions\/3004"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2993"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2993"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2993"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}