Life’s Melancholy Business
It’s a Prosthetic for My Brain
I am not big into fads. Like really not into them. If something seems overly popular, I’m more likely to avoid it than to give it a fair chance. I’m stubborn that way.
But when I hear the same kind of report from a variety of sources, and from totally different areas of my life, from people with varying personalities, I finally give in and pay attention. Such was the case with the Bullet Journal fad.
And in the case of the Bullet Journal (which my accountability partner Luisa Perkins and I lovingly refer to as a BuJo), I’m so, so glad I did.
No, wait. Hear me out.
I was skeptical too. After all, I’m different from a lot of people. Okay, from most people. In addition to being stubborn, I have a good dose of ADHD, and therefore my brain works differently. I just don’t mesh with most people’s ideas of planners and calendars and trackers and just . . . blech.
On the other hand, since joining forces with Luisa as accountability partners several years ago, I had learned the value of breaking down goals into manageable pieces and in making actual lists.
But it took Luisa using a BuJo and insisting I try one, and my young adult daughter trying one to finally give it a shot.
