My date book and I were separated today. I unknowingly left it at home on my desk. I was feeling confident and competent right up until the time that I figured out I didn’t have it with me. Then my sense of confidence and competence eroded as I realized that my very scheduled life was primarily captured in my handy dandy paper date book.
Thankfully, all my meetings today were scheduled in my office. I wasn’t exactly sure who to expect, but I knew folks were coming. An odd phenomenon occurred with each of these meetings – even though I was off-balance because I did not know who was coming in, I was curiously exhilarated when folks came in. Each person was a little surprise.
A number of students suggested that I store my calendar on my phone. They thought I would be less likely to absentmindedly leave it at home. But the fact is, I am typically more attached to my date book than my phone. We have an online calendaring program at NDSU that I could use to keep my meetings on, but it has always struck me as more work than notating meetings in my date book.
Sure, I know that I am a dinosaur in this day and age – paper and pen are old school tools. But I am okay with being a dinosaur. I don’t feel any need to be on the front end of the technology curve. I still enjoy the comfort of having my date book in hand. Well, at least on those days when I don’t forget it at home.
Day one thousand five hundred and thirty-one of the new forty – obla di obla da