This weekend I had to throw away a planner. And not just any planner: it was The One That Started It All.
It got absolutely destroyed in the move. Our boxes endured extreme heat in transit while being on a ship in the tropics. We were warned, but dang. The vinyl of the cover absolutely melted and disintegrated. It was a sticky mess. I took out the pages that still had some meaning to me, and the rest of it went into the trash. You can imagine my grief!
So, a moment of silence please for the demise of the planner that started me on my life's journey to Planner Nirvana.
Goodbye old friend! Thanks for everything.