(A Blog Post)
I am wrapping up my fifth bullet journal — all but the first holding 6 months each; for the first I used the back of an old notebook I’d had lying around (everyone has those, right?) as a test.
I love it.
I mean, considering I’ve kept something up for over two years (other than writing and roleplay) pretty much consistently (not so good at tracking things on vacation), that ought to be an indicator that I really, really like it. I don’t keep up anything for that long consistently.