Embarrassing revelation: when I look at this grubby, scuffed little yellow notebook—my bullet journal—I feel a genuine affection. A warm, swelly sensation in my heart, such as one might feel for a dear friend, or humankind. It’s odd, yes, but also kind of cool. It makes me ponder the concept of inanimate friends, like the friends Marie Kondo keeps in her closets. I find myself trying to appreciate and honor all the little objects in my life.
There are a lot of them. I don’t get out much.
Anyway, a video!
My bullet journal (“bujo”) is a precious inanimate friend. Cute, cheerful, deep and SUCH a good listener. So I recently posted about my bujo on social media, and got some questions in response. And today I made a video about the way I hang out with this pal of mine.
In the video I talk about what drew me to using this brilliant method, created by the wondrous systems mind of Ryder Carroll. Of course, the internet is full of resources about the nuts and bolts of bullet journaling, so that’s not really what this video does. It’s about my own experience of the method instead, and the ways that I’ve adapted it to fit my life.
So if you love to watch an obsesso’s unhinged ranting, please sit back and enjoy. If you like playing “Spot the person who drew on her own face with a Sharpie,” you’re in for a treat.
What kind of friend is a bujo?
Making this video, I reflected on the real ways Yellow Bujo has improved my life. The process made me understand how much I require the creation of order in my days, since I have the kind of life without much externally-imposed structure.
My bullet journal, it turns out, is the kind of friend who gently suggests, “Hey, you’ll feel better if you squeeze in some exercise today.” It smiles and says, “Remember how you said you were going to work on your book this week?” It puts a comforting hand on my shoulder and points to the list of ways I need to nurture myself.
(Of course, it does not literally, with the hand on the shoulder. Of course not. I just creeped myself out. It’s a freaking book. No limbs. No hands.)
Still, I believe we could all use a friend like Yellow Bujo. And given that I’m preparing to embark on a new phase soon, as a life coach, it occurs to me that maybe that’s the kind of friend my bullet journal is. Warm, encouraging, and prepared to hold you to your promises.
Do you have a bullet journal or similar system for bringing order? Do you have inanimate friends? I want to know! Leave a comment or drop me a line directly.
I want to be sure I continue this practice of gratitude for my inanimate friends. (So I’d better write it down in my bujo!)