I am someone who struggles with organization. Maybe it’s the husband, four kids, four cats and a bunny. But if I’m being honest, I was much more unorganized before all of that. I use a calendar on my phone, which sort of keeps things from going totally bonkers, but last week we showed up a full 24 hours early for a dentist appointment and I just got a text from a very patient therapist who we were supposed to be meeting with one hour ago. So there is room for improvement. And as a writer, I have always had a journal. Well, I’ve always started a journal. I have so many “this is me” style entries at the beginning of yet another pretty, lined notebook and then pages of nothing.