I Quit Bullet Journaling

And my life hasn’t fallen apart… yet

A birds-eye view of a white tabletop. In the upper right-hand corner sits a white mug, empty. To the left, a black and white journal is open to blank pages, pinned with a binder clip and weighted down by a pencil, a paintbrush, and three loose thumbtacks.
Photo by Ann Nekr from Pexels

There was a time in my life when I carried my Staedtler Fineliners with me everywhere I went. I always had a ruler handy and you never would have caught me without at least three full-size erasers. Be it a Moleskine, a Leuchtturm, or something from the bargain bin at Micheals, I always had a journal on me, outlining my life by the day, the week, and the year.