This week has been crazy.
Between job interviews, work, implementing information and ideas from the conference I went to last weekend, Easter, sending a foster child to his forever family, and writing, I feel like I got a little swamped this week.
In a good way.
You can get swamped in a good way, right? Like, a wave rushing over your head and sending you head-over-heels at the beach, but it’s all still cool because you’re at the beach and there is salt and sand and that weird crabgrass that somehow is uglier than no grass?
We’re getting off-topic. The point is, it was a good kind of swamped. Like at the beach. Not like in a swamp.
Anyway. One of the ways that I managed to keep myself partially sane and moving forward this week was by bullet journaling.
*Que intense backstory music*
See, I have a lot going on right now. Things are happening. Secret things that I’m not allowed to talk about yet. (I will tell you eventually, I promise.) And the trouble with secret things happening is that they take up a lot of time and force me to sit back and really rethink my priorities, both in my life and in my career.
They also force me to work really, really hard and get my butt moving instead of procrastinating. But that’s neither here nor there.
So, acting on the advice of the conference speaker, I bought a journal. And about 50 markers, because I am a child and I love to color. So, since then, I have been journaling. Some of it has been getting a picture of what I want my life to be and some of it . . . well, let’s just say that some of it has been more about discovering my artistic talent that digging into my soul.
There isn’t a whole lot of artistic talent there, in case you were wondering.
But it’s been fun! And personally, I happen to think the best part of it has been that I am not particularly amazing at it. There’s no pressure to have everything perfect, no pressure to be the best or come up with Pinterest worthy pages. This is just for me. Something that I enjoy, that I can play with, and something that I don’t have to constantly judge and correct and improve in.
And since most of my life revolves around the high expectations I have for my writing, it’s pretty nice to have a messy journal and do something that I’m not very good at—just for me.
Do you bullet journal, or any kind of journal? Is it a task for you, or something to play with and allow yourself to be imperfect in? Tell me about it in the comments!