Confessions of a Hot Mess (But Hilarious) Planner Addict

A Love Story… With Mild Commitment Issues

Look, I’m just going to say it: I have a thing for planners. Like, an embarrassingly large collection of planners, notebooks, printables, half-used calendars, and approximately 47 to-do lists floating around my house, car, purse, and probably under the couch.

I love the idea of being organized. I love fresh stickers, color-coded pens, and those Instagram-perfect planner spreads where people apparently have 19 hours a day to journal their dreams and habit track their water intake in pastel highlighters.

But here’s my truth: I’m a hot mess planner addict with absolutely no chill.

I start strong. Every time.

The planner arrives, the stickers get peeled, I lovingly write “Get life together” at the top of the first page — maybe even throw in a cute doodle or a motivational quote because ✨new era energy✨ — and for about 3-5 business days, I am that girl.

Then… reality.

Suddenly the planner’s buried under mail, one of the kids is melting down, dinner’s burnt (or possibly ordered via app — we don’t judge here), and I’m scribbling half-legible to-do lists on the back of receipts wondering if I’ll ever know peace.

But here’s the thing — I keep coming back. Planners are like my chaotic love language. They give me hope. They remind me that even if I don’t have it all together, I could… theoretically.

I’ve accepted that planning for me is more survival strategy than aesthetic hobby.

Sometimes that means fancy printable inserts. Sometimes it’s a napkin with “buy milk” written in eyeliner. Either way — we’re making it work.

And because I know I’m not the only one who buys planners like they’re going out of style and still forgets appointments… I made some printable planner pages that even your inner disaster can handle.

Because perfection isn’t happening. But keeping your chaos semi-contained? Totally doable.

Check them out below — because life’s messy, but your planner doesn’t have to be.