It’s a trap to try to emulate the habits of the hyper-organised – you can ditch bullet journalling and still keep on top of the vital stuff
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My life is a collection of failed journals. Lockable diaries, page-a-day prompts, sketchbooks from the brief period I thought I would be the kind of person who sits around sketching people on public transport – journal after journal after journal containing three neatly-written entries, followed by something scrawled in six months later and then blank pages until the end.
Bullet journalling was the last trend I failed. Seduced by Instagram accounts showing beautiful penmanship and perfectly maintained tracking pages, I believed that this, finally, was the thing that would turn me into a calm and organised person whose anxiety was neatly contained within strips of washi tape.