I love my bullet journal. It’s turned into a piece of item I can’t be without and has been a massive help for when it comes to remembering appointments, work schedules, trips with the girls or even if I’ve just said I’d pop round a friend’s for a coffee. Actual lifesaver. Every one that I see is completely different and I love being able to search across Instagram and Pinterest for some inspiration that I can use inside my own.
If you had thought about starting one recently, then it is so easy! Here are the basics of what you’ll need:
♥ A journal. You can use any note pad that your heart desires. I’ve gone with Scribbles that Matter one in blue. It’s A5 size and all the inside of it is dotted.
♥ Pens. Now as a bit of a stationery addict I have plenty of them around but my favourite have been the Staedlter Fineliners in a pack of 36 to just make is even more colourful.
Next, you might want to decorate you diary or keep it simple. It is all completely up to you now. To add bits of colour in mine along with drawings and watercolour pictures I have some washi tapes, coloured pencils and paints.
If you use a bullet journal then I’d love to see what your spreads and layouts look like
It’s already more than halfway through 2017!?! How mad is that?! I don’t even know where the time has gone, but I need to give myself a big kick up the arse and get things done. The rest of the year is going to be pretty busy and July is going to be one mad month as it is, what with Sport’s day for both my girls and school ending along with all the Year 6 induction days and leaving days for Aurora. I’m not quite ready for her to grow.
So now that we are already 3 days into July I need to set me some goals and try and achieve them.
In the home:
♥ I need to start sorting all the rooms around my house bit by bit as the constant chaos is starting to drive me mad.
♥ Go through all my old clothes and see what I do and do not want to keep.
♥ Tackle the kitchen and start switching all the plastic cups and plates out as my babies aren’t babies anymore. Sad face.
In my life:
♥ I have no other words for it apart from: sort it the fuck out!
♥ I want to finish at least two crafty projects as well as get back into some baking as I have a new cake mixer just waiting to be used in my kitchen.
♥ Carry on with my bullet journal.
And everything else:
♥ I would like to try an engage myself more on social media instead of being too scared.
♥ Treat the girls to a day out somewhere.
I’d love to know if you have any goals for this month.
Now for all my friends and I’ll even go with the people that are on my friends list on Facebook, this is a pretty well known fact about myself. I have a big obsession with unicorns. I couldn’t even tell you how it started. They just seemed to have invaded my life and my wardrobe, one hoof at a time. Though there are also tell tale signs from the moment you enter my house, you are greeted with a unicorn shaped chalk board and then all over the place there are little remnants around, like a money box, a picture, little hangy quote things and over my bed.
I think I managed to really put the final touch to the love affair by adding a unicorn tattoo to my growing collection of five now. This is five different tattoos not all unicorn themed, I meant, that would be crazy. The picture is from the day after getting it done so it is still a bit sore but I completely love it! It fits my child like wrists perfectly and isn’t anywhere near as big as the picture makes out.
I already have tattoo number six ready to book when I get a chance too. I hadn’t expected this one to hurt as much as it did, I even got offered a lollipop! First time that’s happened with me. Naturally, my Mum doesn’t like it, my children think it’s the best thing ever and I’m loving freaking a couple of friends out when they feel how bumpy it is where the skin is still healing.
I need to start again. I want to start again. I let depression and anxiety really take it’s toll on me the last six months. It really got at me. It took me so far down and to such dark thoughts that I’m not proud of them and how much I would listen to them. You become enclosed in such a bubble that nothing you do/say/feel is right. The insomnia and ways it would get me in the small things I used to enjoy is horrible. I would notice little signs that depression had got at me one day just by walking round the house. No beds made. Washing up still on the side. Staying underneath a blanket. Just the sheer draining of energy alone was taking up a lot of myself to force myself to be this positive person for everyone to see and my children to be happy about.
I’ve picked up a new bullet journal to start again with. My old one is the old me. The me I really don’t want to have to know again.