I’m wondering if the Remarkable 2 digital notepad is the perfect Christmas gift for me. Plusses: it would be my all-in-one writing spot, basically replacing paper. Journaling in my own handwriting and then converting it to text for my blog would be pretty killer. I could use it for Spanish—practice tests, new vocabulary—and also as a work planner.
My frustration is that extra “neato” planners, sheets, or calendars have to be purchased separately. And the one with color is a couple of hundred dollars more. I didn’t even want color until I saw someone’s mandala image and—poof—I suddenly had to have it.
Can I delete everything I’ve just said? I don’t want it. It’s too expensive, and the more I talk, the more it feels like I’m talking myself into it. Which is not how I prefer to buy expensive things.
I’m not a fan of the version of me that geeks out over stuff like this. The geeking out is fine; it’s the whiplash from changing my mind that gets me. Maybe there’s a way to find something interesting and research its value for me without the sticky-fingered, kid-in-the-candy-store veracity of “I want, I want, I want.”
On another note, I’m more than ready to slam a few Benjamin Franklins into Laura’s hands for two of her paintings. I’d seen her work on TikTok, messaged her, and she said once she had time, she’d paint the woman with stacks of books on her head and flowers in her hair. At the low price she quoted me—including a frame—I went back and looked again, spotting a painting of a woman with tousled hair and bees surrounding her. My girlfriend Kristen loves honey bees, and her 40th birthday, though several months overdue, needs a gift from me. So, hopefully she doesn’t read this.
I am proud to announce that I am caught up on progress notes. Like, impressively caught up. Usually, I wait until a day or two later to write them. Not today. Today, during breaks between sessions—and before typing this—I plugged in the details. Doing it so soon after is preferable, as my memory is a steel trap… that slowly creaks open with every passing minute until nothing remains. Well, that was dramatic.
See ya!
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 