As an average blue-collar worker in a sleepy city, my days are not exactly filled to the brim with all sorts of exciting activities. While I do have my share of kinda remarkable days, most weeks I struggle to find anything of value to write on my BuJo. I admit though that I have been kinda slacking off since last month. Since then I have not done any lettering challenges or such. Add to that the fact that I now have a separate art journal, and my little BuJo is left on a semi-dry spell.
But the truth is I don’t really have to try hard to write anything. With regards to my BuJo, I am accountable to nobody but myself so if I don’t have anything to put in, then so be it. And that really is the beauty of the bullet journal. As personalized and as customized as it is, thus it is subject to the whims and fancies of its specific users. It could be as simple or as complicated as you wish it to be. So it could go from jam-packed with colors and activities one week, then all monochromatic minimalist the next. The important thing is to just keep writing, somehow. 😉