I love the idea of bullet journals. It’s the Insta-worthy way of recording your daily tasks, to do lists etc, and it says: hey, you don’t have to conform, just pick something you want to write and get going.
But here’s where I have a problem. It also says you have to be a dab hand with a calligraphy pen and have degree-level illustration and design skills. Precisely laid out pages of lists and dates intricately decorated with an endless variety of perfect doodles do nothing to encourage my inner artist. These bullet journalists leave a lot to live up to.
But then I saw a few pages of someone’s journal on Instagram which really did inspire. Colourful pictures and lists on *gasp* pre-lined paper, drawn in *gaspgasp* biro. THIS was the level of journaling I could match.
And you know what? It’s what I’m already doing. Albeit in an exceptionally sporadic and somewhat less colourful way.
For a few years, I’ve been writing lists of places I’ve visited, things I’ve done, books I’ve read, important milestones, and anything else I feel worthy of literal note. It’s an easy way of keeping track, without the pressure of committing to writing a daily journal.
It’s also incredibly satisfying to look back over several months’ or years’ worth and see what you’ve been up to. In a world where external validation often ranks so much higher than personal achievement, it’s good to have something that’s just for you.
Bullet journaling, list making, note scrawling – call it what you will – just don’t give me unrealistic expectations.