I want to tell you something I found out the hard way, because I think it'll free you from an assumption you've been making for years.
I used to think I was the problem. I'd tried so many planners and systems and apps, and I'd abandoned every single one, and after a while you start to draw a conclusion about yourself. Maybe some women are just organised, and I'm not one of them. Maybe it's just not how I'm wired.
That thinking was wrong, and I realise that now after years of planning and piles of planners that gathered dust.
Looking back, two things were going on, and neither of them was my character.
The first was the pages themselves. Most of them were empty. A blank week, a lot of lines, and no help at all, so before I could plan a single thing I had to invent the whole system myself. That's a job on top of the job, and most evenings I simply didn't have it in me.
The second one took me far longer to spot. I was making it all far too complicated. I'd sit down and load the page with everything, every task, every idea, every thing I felt I ought to be doing that week, and then wear myself out trying to carry the lot of it. Jesus told Martha, few things are needed. It took me years of planning to start planning like I believed that.
Neither of those is a flaw in you either. One is a page that asks too much of you, and the other is something nobody ever taught you how to do differently.
And here's what else I discovered after all those half-used planners. You keep going back to a system you find beautiful, whilst you eventually stop using one you don't. Beauty does half the work here. It's what gets you back to the page on a Wednesday in November when you're shattered and you'd rather not.