Posted in Dealing with depression, Life, Planner

Getting in the rhythm

I am an addict. My daughter tells me repeatedly I am worse than a five year old because I am always on the lookout for stickers. There are quite a few Etsy creators that I drool over and of course Me & My Big Ideas has eye-catching collections, but I tend to stay within my budget by shopping at my local Dollar Trees. The butterflies and clear stickers came from there. The planner doll is from one of my favorite Etsy shops: Pink Bow Ties

On another note, I am on Bupropion HCL XL, which is the long-winded way to say generic Wellbutrin. I seem to be tolerating it pretty well and for that I am thankful. It is too soon see a noticeable change, but like the doctor said it isn’t a magic pill. It will take weeks and even then there may have to be some adjustments with the dosage. I have an appointment with a psychologist next month. I finally feel, after all of these years and all of the depression-fueled life detours, I am on the right track. 💜

Posted in The Happy Planner

Planner fever

Late to the party as usual, I am just now getting into the planner craze. There are a few YouTube channels that I follow that piqued my interest and I finally got tired of just ooo-ing and ahh- ing at their creativity, so I got my own. I see what the hype is about! As soon as I got the Amazon notification I was amped. I got home, sliced open the packaging, and immediately had an “ooo shiny” moment. She’s (yes, she lol) so pretty!! I had a smaller planner I purchased from somewhere and was working with that but I wasn’t satisfied. The boxes for the days of the week we’re not big enough for my fat handwriting 😂 let alone the stickers it came with.

I have the Me & My Big Ideas Create 365 The Happy Planner from Amazon. I just…. ahhh! I love this planner. I already have a Dollar Store/ Dollar Tree addiction with an affinity for stickers, so I’m sure it was a matter of time before I got into planners anyway.


Organization never looked so good! Nah seriously, I am going through the cliched midlife crisis. This doesn’t feel like a cliche however, it feels like a tar pit. I am getting out though and this beauty right here will be part of my testimony.