Ah. So you noticed the many, many, many months I did not post.
Yes, I noticed too. Much of that was due to the uneventful life I lead. The rest was sheer forgetfulness/laziness/I’m grasping at excuses here hoping you’ll buy at least one of them.
But change, at last, has reared its head, and so I am finally journaling these changes so I can remember them in case I forget them again. I’m not senile…at least, I don’t think so. But heck if I can remember much of anything these days.
In order to combat this cursed forgetfulness–or maybe as a means to prove life is not as dull as I imagine–I have started journaling in a whole new way. Two Words:
My friend Erin Shakespear brought this term to my attention way back in July. I’d never heard it before, and I will admit that I took an instant dislike to it.
The reason: it sounded like a journaling method used by those who are non-writers or hate writing (you know, because I was trying to figure out what bullets had to do with journaling, and I came up with a journal that uses bullet points, which is exactly what it is). But I am not that person. I LOVE writing. I am also a prolific journaler (don’t laugh–I know I’m terrible journaling here on this blog, but I’m on my 20-something-ish personal, bound paper journal).
But I pushed through my first impressions and checked out the original Bullet Journal website…and decided I that while I still disliked the term, I was well on my way to disliking the idea as well. It sounded like a cross between a daily/weekly planner and a journal in a convenient bullet list form just like I used to write my old college class notes. Not my favorite things by any stretch of the imagination, let me tell you.
Yes, it’s true that I detest daily/weekly planners. I prefer a Month-At-a-Glance view of upcoming events. I also detest lists of any kinds–do not tell me to start a to-do list unless you are certain you wouldn’t mind a losing a body part or two.
But knowing the way my friend Erin works, I had to figure out what appealed to her about this bullet journal idea. Usually if she thinks something is awesome, I do, too.
So I turned to YouTube and typed in “Bullet Journals.”
And at last, I understood.
My artistic side was squealing things like “Look at all the shapes and colors!” and “They are so pretty!” and “I want one NOW” that a few days later, on August 5th, I gave in and started one.
But I went cheap.
Since this was going to be an experiment to see if I could really love his thing I hated the name of and possibly just hated period, a good old graph composition notebook would serve my purposes. It had to be graph paper, though, and not an ordinary lined book. Trust me when I say that YOU NEED THE BOXES. (Well, I need the boxes, anyway.)
I also bought some trusty felt-tip pens.
The package said this:
But, alas, my misplaced trust in truth in advertising has once again failed me.
(Though, truthfully, the very thin paper in the notebook is also to blame.)
Anyway, I set to work. I tweaked it to fit ME, just like they said I should. So I opted for this monthly format instead:
I decided this would replace both my planner (which I never used after the first month anyway) and my garden journal (which I use much more often but not nearly as much as I wish I did), so I added a place for my garden tasks on the same page as my month-at-a-glance.
Yes, yes, this looks a lot like a task list, you’re thinking. The difference is that usually I write it AFTER I’ve completed the task, and I also write down other things I do (and other things my family and friends do or say). I really hate staring at a list of things TO DO, but I love looking at a list of things DONE.
I’m proud to say that, as of today, I haven’t missed a day yet. But I’m not so proud to admit that I was wrong about the journal. Not about it’s name (it’s still…blech), but about how I thought I’d dislike the idea. I’ve come to admire, respect, and love the Journal That Must Not Be Named. I am glad I took the time to embrace this particular change in my life. Because I now use it for everything. In my Whatever It’s Called Because It’s Not a Journal or a Planner but I Hate It’s Real Name, I have pages for things like:
-My homeschool plans
-My home improvement ideas
-My drawings (I’m working on faces for now, and no, they aren’t any good…I am not an artist as much as I wish I was an artist)
-My business ideas
-My health goals
-My Scripture studies
And I love that I am learning to NOT FIX mistakes, and to be cool that it’s not perfect. (See the monthly photo above for a good example of this…see where I started to cross out September 1st? LOL)
I am a better woman now because of this Journal That Needs a Better Name. Truly.
But don’t worry. Those 20-something regular, old-fashioned journals have not been replaced. See? I just started a new one recently. Notice the dates.
Because, yes. Two journals ARE better than one.