Bullet journals and my creative brain

bujoWhoops I was supposed to post an update and I forgot… or it got lost in my electronic reminder lists. I have tried all kinds of apps, electronic lists, reminders and other methods. I end up more overloaded with distracting things that rely on me being near my PC or my phone. And doing that means I’m not away from those distractions.

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.