August is here and for many that means the summer is winding down and back-to-school is kicking up. Here in the deep south it means it will be blazingly hot for at least 2 more months but we still have to pretend summer is over and be productive. It’s a sad time. However, it does give me an opportunity to break out some new planning pages for my peeps, which makes my faux “end of summer” a little brighter.

June is less than a week away and that means summer is here.  Summer is not my favorite season mainly because I’m not crazy about the unbearable heat the South East is famous for. Being in Georgia in the summer is like being in Antarctica during the winter. Air conditioning becomes my very best friend and we spend a great deal of time together.

Time for another monthly planning session! April is around the corner and I’ll be honest, I’m happy see March go. March proved to be as tumultuous a time as I expected. After several school events, a big family wedding, and unfortunately, 2 funerals, I’m in need of a lazier month. April isn’t completely the snooze fest I’m dreaming of, but It’ll do.

I can’t believe it’s March already! It already feels like spring in the south, and I’m sad to see winter go. With the turn of a new month, it’s time for a new monthly planning session.

I’ve always considered March to be a very unpredictable month. The change from winter to spring is extreme. It feels like opposing energies swirling thru the air, fighting for dominance. We could be in for warm temperate breezes – or a snow storm! In March anything goes. I’m heading off this temperamental month as best I can – with a good plan!

February is here, and it’s time to plan a new month in my Bullet Journal. Monthly planning has become an essential part of my routine. As a busy mom of three, one still in diapers, It’s easy to get to the end of the month and wonder “ Where did the time go?” “How am I this tired without having accomplished anything?” ” Is that a cheerio stuck to my forehead?” These are the planning pages I use to avoid asking myself those questions. Except for the cheerio one. My planning routine has yet to save me from projectile cheerios. Some day, bullet journal, someday.