Four Planners and a Wake-Up Call

I just realized I own four weekly planners. Not one. Not two. Four. Either I’m preparing for a summit meeting with myself or the universe is trying to tell me something.

Maybe it’s this: Get organized if you want to get free.

I’ve been thinking about my goals. They’re not extravagant. I want to make more money. I want to buy a house. I want to be able to afford the dentist without flinching. I want to take care of us without depending on systems that feel like they’re built to break.

But wanting isn’t enough. I need steps. I need clarity. I need to calm the hell down and stop letting stress run the show.

So I ask myself: What do I enjoy?
Turns out, I like collecting timelines. I like analyzing data. I like building stories from fragments. I like making sense of chaos. That’s not just a hobby—that’s a skill set. That’s value.

I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I make people a priority. I support others in ways that matter. But I also know I need to find my niche—the place where my talents aren’t just tolerated, they’re treasured.

God gives us what we can handle. Or maybe He gives us tests to see if we’ll rise. Either way, I’m listening. I’m asking: What strengths do I have? What value do I bring? And how do I set myself up for success without selling my soul to a system that doesn’t see me?

I don’t have all the answers. But I’ve got four planners, a pile of questions, and a quiet fire that refuses to go out.

And maybe that’s the beginning.