Bullet Journals, Life and Me
What follows is a lengthy response to the question, “Why do I bullet journal?” When I started this post I was assuming it would be about 200 words; nice and neat. As it sometimes happens when you journal it turned into something a bit more. It became about my journey and about where I am now.
If you really don’t want to hear about the details, I’ll give you the quick version and you can keep moving. Ready?
I bullet journal to keep my damaged brain working the way I want it to work.
There ya go. Nothing more to read here! Move along..
If you’d like to hear more then the path lies directly ahead. 😀
To talk about where I am now, we have got to go back a bit.
Though being an active journal keeper since youth I wasn’t always attracted to daily organization, planners and the sort. At most I maybe kept a list of friend’s phone numbers in a notebook somewhere. I know I kept a very loose list of “things to do” and homework scribbled in a notebook. My brain was a steel trap and I often remembered names, addresses and information after hearing it once or twice. This was a long time ago and I was much younger.
It was before I started to suffer from the consequences of several concussions. (Well, that and, you know, AGE.)
Let’s get something out of the way if you’re new around here. I’m tall. I’m 6’8″ tall and, on top of that, active. In my younger days I played sports, did martial arts, ran around the woods, had adventures and, uhm, continued to be tall. This led to all sorts of impacts from low doorways, floors, low cabinets, tree branches, players, fists, sticks, etc. A number of those impacts were to my noggin.
By the age of 30 I estimated I had gone through about 7 minor concussions, possibly more. While living in a house not made for a giant, my doctor asked me how often, in one month, I lightly banged my head against things while I lived there. I estimated about five times a week. The doctor then pointed out that “take that times 4 and you’re lightly and probably not so lightly tapping your skull against things 20 times a month.” This, on top of the fact I’d taken a handful of “really good shots”in my past was compounding the problem.
Then, at 35, I received the Queen Mother Doozie of all the concussions. I wish I could say I was saving a small child, or a puppy, from certain death. No, it came in the form of what happens when a 6’8″ man who is running late dashes through a house with a low doorway. If you remember the scene in Dances with Wolves when Dunbar rushes out the door to stop his horse from being stolen then, yeah, you’ve got the right picture.
I don’t remember much afterwards. I remember waking up alone and feeling foggy. I remember calling someone and saying I thought I should go the hospital. I also remember one of the hospital techs telling me they were warming up a helicopter at a nearby city to transport me. Luckily, the helicopter was called off and I was ordered to go home, rest and to not do much of anything for about four to six weeks.
It was a weird time. I battled dizziness. I went through what I called “concussion induced vampirism” because I could not handle the bright daylight. I would sleep during the day and then be up the middle of the night in blessed darkness. I couldn’t read very well as it would exhaust me. I couldn’t watch television because it was too bright. I slept a lot.
Slowly, I recovered. I got back on my feet and got back to life. The doctors warned me about getting any more shots to the head. No more activity. Another impact, even a light one, would only compound things and they estimated, because of my previous mTBIs that I was 85 to 90 percent more likely to get another concussion from any impact. The more dramatic symptoms persisted for about a year. The milder symptoms still persist to this day.
To add to the recipe, two years later another series of events occurred which earned me a diagnosis of post-traumatic stress. I won’t go into those events here. Regardless, on top of the post-concussive issues, my journey into memory loss, depression, and anxiety had truly begun. I started to develop a lack of focus and ADD-like symptoms. Life took on the feel of riding a roller coaster where the rails look rusty and you’re not sure your safety harness is working.
Let me pause here.
You know, it’s so easy to look back and say something like that. You can point to a time period and say, “Yhup, it all began here.” But that’s not how it actually went. I never just woke up one day and said, “Oh, I’m depressed because a bunch of shit happened to me.” or “Gosh, I’m feeling anxious about a party because my brain isn’t working very well today.”
The changes and the issues were subtle. One day I was dizzy. The next day I was fine. There would be a patch of days where I didn’t sleep well then it would go away. A week or three would go by and then, suddenly, I would just not feel well, kind of blah. To compound this I have always been in the “Shake it off and keep going” camp of guyness. What I didn’t notice, over the flow of time, is that those cycles started spinning faster and faster, coming on more and more often.
And with all of that came the issues of memory.
Shortly after the events that brought on the PTSD (over ten years ago), I began to look into planners, organizers, etc. I was just starting to forget dates, numbers, and appointments. and I started looking for something to help me stay on track. Unfortunately, as you may have noticed, I’m a Creative and I didn’t like the idea of a hard and fast appointment book. I wanted to be free, man. Not be confined to the grid, ya know? Whimsy be my wheels!
I went through planner systems and ideas pretty quickly. I read “Getting Things Done”, looked at Franklin Planners and I worked with the ideas of Mark Forster and his systems. (I still use Mr. Forster’s ideas in my current bullet journal for work.) I went through every organizational system I could find. I tried an index card system and even tried the infamous Hipster PDA! —>
During that time, I heard about bullet journals and I actually gave them a go for a few months. It faded away because I was trying to follow the rules instead of creating my own creative guidelines. Being a creative person it is super important to “make things mine.” For some reason I kept getting hung up on sticking to the rules of an organizational system instead of turning them into guidelines.
And then I gave up. For one reason or another, none of them were working. And when I gave up on a system things would get rough because even though some symptoms were lessening each year, the anxiety and depression were getting sneakily worse. It’s nefarious like that.
Now we can fast forward a bit to Fall of 2014. My mTBI symptoms had really come to the fore due to stress and, my arch nemisis, lack of sleep. A friend recommends the book “Power of Now” and I read it, get gobsmacked by it and begin practicing. It slowly begins to help.
More importantly it began to give me the perspective, through mindfulness, to look back, to see those markers I mentioned earlier and how I chose to face my issues. I also continue to dance around with planner ideas and ways to keep track of everything. I discover Midori travellers notebooks and decide to make my own. (I’ll cover this in a future post.)
And, here we are! It’s the turn of 2016 and thanks to finding the #Rockyourhandwriting challenge I discovered Kara’s site over at Boho Berry, then Dee’s site at Decade Thirty. I’m introduced to the creative bullet journal community online and I fall in. Something “clicked” and I realized how much freedom and flexibility the basic idea of the bullet journal gave me. I made an agreement with myself and a few rules.
I would go through one month building a journal that worked “for me” and then re-assess. Did it help? Did it hinder? I would review things and build an entry for every day. I would not be afraid to be creative, to doodle, to get mad, to be grateful and to use it to collect all manner of inspiration, thoughts, fears, and trivia. I would spend time each and every day with the journal, even if it was for ten minutes. I would use it for time for myself. More importantly, I would do so with a deep breath and mindfulness.
What’s the difference? Well, something happens when you reach a place where you begin to work with your disadvantages instead of resisting them. When you let go of who you think you should be and decide to live your life, in this moment, just as you are, the good and the bad. This is what changed the most for me. I’m now using the bullet journal to actively work with who I am and how to move forward because it’s flexibility is only limited to my creativity. The key components stay in place and continue to work their logistic magic. The rest is up to me.
And that, my friends, is why I bullet journal. It helps me to stay focused on the internal (and external) things I want to be focused on. It also allows me to get creative, draw a doodle, write down inspirational quotes and just mess around. For the first time in a VERY LONG time I feel like I’m moving forward instead of spinning in place or, even worse, taking two steps forward and four steps back!
Perhaps that same perspective would have worked with the Hipster PDA?
Somehow, I just don’t think so.
Interested in more? Here’s a good starter list of Bullet Journal resources.
- Ryder Carroll and THE Bullet Journal Site — Bulletjournal.com
- BohoBerry’s Bullet Journal Section
- Decade Thirty.com
- Tiny Ray of Sunshine’s AWESOME Bullet Journal Resource page
- Facebook’s Bullet Journal Junkies
- Instagram’s #BulletJournal Hashtag
- Reddit’s Bullet Journal SubReddit
- Google+ Bullet Journal Community
Posted on March 6, 2016, in Bullet Journal, Creativity, Meditation, Organization and tagged Anxiety, Bullet Journal, Concussion, Creativity, depression, Goals, Organization. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.