Simple knee pain that resulted in a week’s hospitalization, nights of pseudo-sleep curled into a hard, narrow futon, and protracted, increasingly urgent advocacy. A nagging fatigue that turned into a two-week-plus hospital stay, featuring an invasive test, major surgery, and endless observations. A subsequent heart-wrenching death in the family. And then the endless waiting…
No one word can describe my past four weeks. I was floating from one bad scene to another, barely registering what was happening.
But I’m in a different place now. And a different time.
I need some control in my life.
Last week, as I sat in an unsatisfactory hospital recliner, making lists that grew and practically begged for categories and color-coding, I was reminded of bullet journaling. BuJo, it’s called.
This shorthanded form of writing has incredible appeal and adaptability.
It’s just what it sounds like: making bullet point for lists.
But wait! It doesn’t have to be as coolly analytical as that sounds.
Sure, I’m categorizing and assigning dates and names to my list of task that need my attention. Tasks that are old, new and ongoing; tasks that are inside and outside the house; tasks on the computer and involving travel.
But a BuJo can also be a listing of other things.
Like what I’ve learned this past few weeks.
And where I’d like to apply those lessons in my life. Or goals for managing my stress.
In other words, a BuJo can be reflective.
Add some color and a few doodles, and I have an inspiration poster, BuJo style:
For a low-expectations way to add some clarity and control into your life, try Bullet Journaling.
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