Yeah, I'm doing this for the planner.
Jasper, my favorite notebook supplier, asked why I didn't join the Moleskine giveaway bloghopping thingies when we last met. I don't really have a good enough reason not to-- "I don't get around to it" doesn't quite cut it-- though I have tons. One of them is that his prices are reasonable enough anyway, I can afford to buy them, they make samkaynda sosyal presents for friends and clients. (Nah, I just like buying notebooks. That's why I have 56 million of them. Don't ask.)
And I still have that ONE LARGE PLAIN MOLESKINE FROM 2006 THAT JUST WON'T DIE.
A planner, of course, is different. One, I like them, I just don't like buying them. (And I'm not too big on Starbucks coffee.) Two, a planner lets you, well, plan. Which I'm lousy at, that's why I have logical, systematic partners, also known as handlers. Who refuse to allow me within ten meters of any bookstore or art supplies store, which is another reason to be grateful for online shopping. (Not that I'm going to be buying a Moleskine planner, no. )
Aside from family and friends, I know I have a lot to be thankful about. Everyone does.
It's funny, though. Most of the things I'm grateful for this year weren't planned, they just happened. The funny thing is, most of them were things I've always said I wanted, then forgot about. Life is good. Really. Let me count the ways.
1. Family. I'm always thankful for them, but this year, I have a new nephew. He's in San Francisco. It would be nice to see him and his older brother soon. We'll see. The way things are going now, I probably will.
2. Friends. The old ones are always cool, the ones that fell away are slowly coming back, and the new ones are amazing. Yeah, you know who you are.
3. I'm working at the bestest agency in the world. Mine. (Well, ours.) The only two people in the world I can imagine being partners with resigned almost the same time as I did. Chubs resigned the month before I did, and Sam, the month after. And it's doing well. We have paying clients. (Although we'd probably be making a heckuva whole lot more if we worked more than eight hours a week. But it's okay.)
Our clients are cool, too. We didn't kill ourselves trying to run after them, or crankily working unreasonable hours to accede to their unreasonable demands. They showed up, and they're cool. I could never imagine saying this about clients before, but yeah, we love our clients.
And one more thing, I've learned to like pizza again. Pizza's good--especially when it's stopped being overtime food.
4. Like I said, there are many things I said I wanted: to own an agency, write stories, write a book, write a film and more. Done. Again, not planned. It just happened. Amazing, it's just like having a magic lamp, except the lamp is from Ikea, not Arabia.
5. I can draw, paint, write, make notebooks, clean my room and play with my dog and cat now, and go to places I keep saying I want to go, like the ukay line along Aurora, and to Kidapawan, North Cotabato and Davao just for the heck of it. And I have. It's more than just time, it's opportunity. Most of it's by chance, but there you go.
6. Then there's Applecare. Yeah, my logic board crashed and I really couldn't afford to buy a new one if there wasn't one. And I got the Applecare on sale.
7. I know there's a whole world to be thankful for, purple flowers, fluffy dogs, alien cats, funny mean writers on writers_guild who think I'm brilliant and more. But I'll stop now. Seven has always been my lucky number, after all.
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