My relationship with colour coding is over. It’s been a good 20-plus years, but we’re finally ready to head our separate ways. No more neon binders, no more coloured sticky tabs. From now on, it’s just me, my desk and 10,000 pieces of miscellaneous paper.
Every year, I tell myself the same garbage lie about getting my shit together and using a daily planner. I spend half a day wandering around stationery stores, struggling to make decisions about highlighters, then another half-day filling a diary up with very important events, like my own birthday and Christmas. I arrange my sticky notes, line up folders, and create a ‘process’ for organising my life. Then, three days later, I inevitably abandon the lot.
If we’re going to be real, there are maybe…
