
All my kids are special needs, and it was recently suggested that I probably have ADHD. It makes sense, but… it’s one more thing to deal with. You know?
*sighs*
Tonight I decided to try using a bullet journal. I like analogue stuff. I have racks of rubber stamps, letter presses, coloured pens, albums full of stickers and stencils, and files full of multi-coloured papers. Things I adore; but oddly, because I adore them I don’t want to use them.
I know… I have so many issues.
How can NOT using something be good for it? Or good for you? You’ll literally end up with a house full of couches covered in plastic and all the grandparent nightmares of my childhood. The china – preserved and never used. The untouched rooms – saved for guests who never came.
Why?
You know the situation, right?
Nightmare stuff. *shudders*
So I will break out one of those hoarded hardcover journals. It’s a pretty pink and grey one. And some of those pens, that miraculously still work.
I will let you know how it goes.