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March 21, 1997

Life simply gets busier as you get older. If it's not working that way for you, then quick! Contact me and tell me how you managed to do it! ;)

It seems to me, anyway, that with every year that passes, the stress levels of one person edges up one more level. It is as if Lady Life is trying her best to push us, trying to see if we'll fall apart. And with everything, society has at least half a dozen solutions to this problem. "Eat well; take frequent breaks; know your values, etc, etc, etc."

Now, I don't know about the rest of the world, but there is one "solution" that's very popular among the people I know. Two out of three people that I see everyday carries that thing they call a "planner". This book is no ordinary paper-between-cover object. They are big, they are small; some are the conventional black, while colors flaunt their multi-colors. There are some that boast of an address section, and yet others that have both and address section and a financial organizer. They are as many and as individualistic as the people who own them.

The first time I came across this planner-keeping trend was about three years ago. It simply baffled me. I could understand a businessman carrying a planner, but I couldn't see why a normal student would.

Having a planner was an "over-the-hill" indicator for me, busy-wise. You bought yourself a planner because your life was in such a mess that you were forced to jot down every meeting, assignment and other so-called important events. You bought yourself a planner because no matter how important those events were, they were either too many or you were getting too old for them to be remembered. A planner (IMHO) declared to the world, "My owner needs help!"

And so, arrogantly, I prided myself on the fact that I did not need a planner. I had my head on properly enough to control my life and not allow it to conrol me.

Boy, was I wrong. Over the last three years, I can almost swear that my stress levels has increased exponentially. I can barely remember what day it is, when the deadline is and sometimes, it takes some honest effort to remember who I am. 1997 is especially very taxing for a number of reasons; ones that I won't go into. But, suffice to say, they have thrown my life into such a whirlwind that I, yes me--the one who prided herself that she didn't need a planner--actually is now the owner of one.

I have taken the step. I have admitted that I need some serious help. Yes, I am going to organize my life!

There's only one problem: I don't have the time to write down "Organize Planner" in the book.

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