retraining the brain

I am a sucker for cute, pretty notebooks. When I was young, I would buy all sorts of notebooks from the Sanrio store, which I called the Hello Kitty store. I reasoned to myself that I would write in them but end up hoarding them in the closet until the page yellowed.

I had every intention to fill those lovely pages up with even lovelier notes and drawings. But alas, I'm a messy artist with scattered thoughts so the scribbles and doodles end up on store receipts, candy wrappers and newspaper ads.

I constantly have to remind myself to put all those thoughts into a centralized location (ie. one notebook) so I can refer to them at a later date. So here's to retraining my brain to be a bit more Martha Stewart-y. I will now regurgitate my jumble of ideas in the form of lists and pictures in one notebook. Let's see how long that lasts. Anyone have that same problem?