Sure, I use a digital calendar to track meetings and schedules and deadlines.
Call me old-fashioned, but I also hang a paper calendar on the wall in my kitchen. It has pretty photographs, and I can write notes in the empty squares, clip appointment cards to the edges and see at a glance when the moon will be full each month. I’d be lost without it.
With the start of the new year, I’ll take down the months of 2018 and put them aside. In the past I’ve kept these old calendars so I could look back and see when certain events occurred: the cat’s trip to the vet, our vacation to Ireland, the passing of a friend.
Now in my effort to reduce clutter, I discard them. It’s tough to say goodbye to the past year and all the hand-scribbled notes and memories — some happily forgotten, others recalled with fondness. But waiting on the counter is a shiny new calendar ready for its turn on the wall. It has photos of lovely faraway places to inspire dreams of travel, charted moon phases and scheduled holidays. It has blank spaces beckoning with both possibility and trepidation.
No one can know what the new year will bring, of course, but today the unspoiled pages of that 2019 calendar await. It’s time to hang it on the wall.
Happy New Year.
— Mary Kate Leming,