My world exploded earlier this week when a good friend posted this Buzzfeed article on my Facebook wall. “It reminds me of something your main character might do,” she wrote. And so I clicked, knowing just from the title of the article that I was going to be absolutely hooked.
Let’s not talk about the similarities between my current main character, the very organized yet somewhat spacy Jenna Sims, and myself. The bullet journal, I discovered, was the solution to the very problem I’d been trying to solve with all sorts of failed organizational systems. I love notecards, but they’re very stray. I like planners, but it’s hard to improvise with them. Habit tracking is my jam, but I’m not going to write down every single thing I need to repeat day in and day out.
BuJo* to the rescue. It’s literally everything you could want and need. How is this possible? Because you decide what goes in it. You want a twelve-month overview? Put it in. A monthly calendar with a to-do list next to it? Add that shiz. Daily lists of things to do, combined with appointments, observations, food tracking, and journaling? Do it. Not to mention the pages of books to read, movies to watch, TV season tracking, and on, and on.
It’s not my job here to tell you every single stinkin’ thing you can do with your bullet journal, partly because there are no limits. One quick search on Instagram for #bulletjournal and you will find yourself simultaneously awed, inspired, overwhelmed, and intimidated.
Yes, overwhelmed and intimidated. I’m taking it upon myself to make sure you are fully prepared for this moment. These women sharing on Instagram are like, professional bullet journalers. Their handwriting is so perfect. Their decorations are so cute and flawless.
IF THAT’S NOT YOU, THAT’S OKAY. Bullet journaling can still work out.
Some backstory: I graduated from college with an art major. I think it was a misguided attempt at validation or something–I’m not an art major type. I’m not even that good at art. I’m barely creative. I should’ve been an English major, but I was afraid of textual analysis and writing college essays.
Look at my BuJo pages. Just look at them. They’re not that exciting.
And yet, I’m still absolutely, 100% smitten with my journal. It’s a system that works for me, and even if my handwriting still looks like chicken scratch after all these years, that’s not what matters. What matters is the organizational power of the bullet journal. It is unmatched. Try it out–you won’t be disappointed. (In fact, you may become addicted. Just wait.)
*That’s what the cool kids call them.