Update on my bullet journal, including the weekly review and some serious thinking about moving everything, I mean everything, into one journal!
“the moment you start to drift, get out of the water”
I have been drifting, without intent, for far too long
This is the end, my only friend, the end
I have finished my current Moleskine journal. Or at least the journal is full, not complete. A journal is never complete. It is a living thing. A living document. It can be returned to, relived, added to, embellished. Like memories.
It is a memory store. A vault where moments have been captured, but not against their will. They roam like animals in a sanctuary, not a zoo. Some of the memories are dangerous but they are not kept under lock and key.
They were placed here as a reminder, a signpost that the direction or place they came from was painful. Some pain is good. It tells us something is wrong and we need to act. But other pain is self-inflicted and best left alone.
It is all here. Marking the passing of time from when the journal was first opened, and the first ink spilt across its pristine pages.
This is the end my friend, but not goodbye. I’ll remember you because you remember me…
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To journal is to share a little piece of my soul, my very being. It is personal. It has to be in my language. It can only be compiled by me. It is me.
It can be private, public or curated. Unique, like your DNA, a recorded fingerprint. A secret path only you have travelled. It is a map for your journey. It has the signposts, the wayside inns, the views, the friendships.
It is a time machine looking back along the path you have travelled but also glimpsing the future. Your plans, your dreams, your goals can all be here. It can see years ahead, the next month, the next week, and the day ahead as you take your first awakened breath.
It is a ledger of deeds, of thoughts, of hurts, of desires. It is a ledger that is all yours. Your profits, your losses, your credits and debits. In your own currency with your unique exchange rates.
Enjoy your journaling…