Sounds like that should be a song title, doesn’t it? Or at least a poem.
But it’s actually just two of my more organized and most relied on coping mechanisms.
The coffee, I’m sure, is obvious.
Coffee as coping …
First I drink the coffee, then I do the things. It’s how I get started in the morning. It’s what keeps me going through the day.
And as incongruous as it may seem, it is what puts me to sleep at night.
It makes my brain work better, and that includes when I’m trying to nod off.
Don’t try this at home …
Well, actually, I’m not a professional coffee drinker, so by all means, go ahead and try it.
When people with ADHD tell me they have trouble falling asleep at night I always tell them to consider having a half a cup of “real” coffee, (not that decafe stuff) as the last thing they do before they brush their teeth and toddle off to bed.
Do it some night when you’ve got nothing planned for the next morning. See how it works.
But that’s just the coffee part
Calendars are great, so long as you don’t lose them. Am I right?
But I’ve completely given up on paper calendars. Even the dreaded day-timer note book is no longer in my possession. Mostly because most of the ones I’ve owned have been misplaced.
I have never in my life actually sat down on January first or even the first week of a year and transferred things from last years planner to next years.
For two reasons. The first one is that I’ve never had last years date book stay with me through an entire year. I have many of my late wife’s in storage somewhere, she never lost hers. But mine would get shoved into some drawer somewhere or left in a restaurant or coffee shop.
And I never used to buy a new one until February … or maybe even March or April.
On the plus side, they were always on sale.
So what’s changed?
There has been one significant change in calendars lately, and that change has changed so many things.
My calendar … is now on my phone.
That’s the one change!
And the many things?
The list of the many things that have changed because of that seem almost endless, but to name a few:
- My calendar is always on me, attached to my belt. I wear it like a piece of clothing.
- My calendar never sits dumbly quiet on my desk when I have something important to do. It chirps, cheerily or annoyingly at me each time something comes up.
- I can enter in a regularly occurring event or meeting and it keeps track of all the upcoming iterations of that thing for me.
- I need not buy a new one at the end of the year and laboriously wade through the old ones remnants of undone things, transferring them painstakingly to fresh, new pages just begging to have mistakes made on them.
Am I a convert?
Hellz yes I’m a convert. But not an entirely willing one at all times.
There are days now when my calendar on my phone or on my computer remind me of things that I would gladly have forgotten. And in the old days I did just that and was happy that my old date book had managed to fall out of my pocket or case in some cafĂ© somewhere.
So it’s maybe not all roses.
But I do remember to do the important things these days … or rather, I’m reminded to do them.