The good news is that I am not left to myself. Also, I have learned from experience that new notebooks look wonderful in the store, but taunt me at home with all the things I have not yet written in them. I have a planner, which is very useful when I remember to use it, which is less often than I should; a new one is not going to be any more useful until I reconfigure what I think Brent might call wetware.
So I only bought the items listed on my little green post-it note. I have new pens that no one else in the house likes and I love to send across paper and new ink cartridges as an offering to the HP gods.
More importantly, the places where I keep my office supplies now look more like the office supply store: neat rows of things, small objects in containers, labels where necessary.
And I’m inspired to go write down some ideas in my planner. Maybe some poems about order? Right after I find the garage door opener…