More about bullet journaling

April, and I’m still journaling–yay me! It really helps to have awesome pens, although I’m not being all creative with my pages like a lot of the spreads I see online. My journal is very colorful, though, and it’s giving me a place to use my awesome sticker collection (which previously was just sitting in a binder, unused because I was afraid to let any of them go).

Since my last post, I think I’ve decided to start over with my habit tracker so that good habits and bad habits are grouped together instead of all jumbled. It’ll be easier to see trends, especially when there are too many bad boxes filled in and not enough good boxes.

I’ve started tracking medical stuff, like med bills to be paid (or that I’m waiting for); doctor appointments, both why I had them and what the result was; when I pick up new meds; and even how I’m feeling–there’s a page for anxiety attacks and a page for foot pain, with other stuff jumbled in medical misc until something looks like it’ll require more specific tracking.

I’ve got some project pages going, which is really just showing me how quickly I lose interest in my projects. (Adult ADHD here.)

I have a CAR page, where I’m tracking things I’ve noted need looking into for my car–brake light goes on haphazardly; brake pedal squeaks when released; etc. There’s a page to track my pets–their vet visits, their meds, and whenever someone throws up. I have a page for making notes after my weekly Weight Watchers meetings (first time I’ve ever made notes about meetings!); and several pages now of notes on my Blue Apron meals–what’s good, what’s bad, how long each one takes, how I might have modified the recipe, and whether it reheats ok.

Zeva (gray) and Jack (orange)

One thing I’m noticing is that, keeping track of all this stuff is not actually changing any of my behaviors. I’m not spending less, I’m not cleaning the cat box more often, I’m not getting to that blown-out light bulb any sooner. I’m mostly kicking myself more because I’m writing down all the stuff I’m failing at and acknowledging it, instead of staying in my denial bubble. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe a step in the right direction? I’m not sure, so I made an appointment with my therapist, who I haven’t seen since last summer. That in itself is a positive step, so I guess for now I’m going with, bullet journal = good.

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