10 Reasons You Should Use A Bullet Journal And How To Organize One

10 Reasons You Should Use A Bullet Journal And How To Organize One

Bullet journals hold so much information and the best part is you have all the control.

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I first began bullet journaling at the tail end of 2016 as a challenge to myself. I always bought planners with the intention of using them, but would end up just carrying it around after a few months. Since picking it up, there hasn't been a day where I don't use it.

1. Bullet journals are for everyone.

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Seriously, anyone can pick up a journal and run with it. It's all about how serious you are about it!

2. There's no right or wrong way to make your journal.

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When you're first starting your journal, it can be super overwhelming. Every seems to have theirs together, the systems they use may not make sense; where should you even start? The answer is, of course, however you'd like. If you find a specific layout doesn't work for you, you can always change it!

3. You don't have to be artistic to have one.

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Sure, some people get super invested in their spreads, but don't sweat it! This journal is for you, fill it out as you see fit. If you're feeling artsy, you can doodle on the pages or make use of some decorative washi tape.

4. You can keep track of anything you want.

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The limits are what you set yourself. People track water intake, no spend days, how many hours they sleep... The list goes on.

5. There are a bunch of resources available for you.

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Not sure how to set a spread up, or what spreads you want to include to begin with? There's no problem there. A simple search of #bujospreads will give you hundreds of results in seconds. Let your own creativeness shine, and maybe you'll be someone else's inspiration!

6. You will be more organized.

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Things may seem a little all over the place when you first start journalling, but you'll be pleasantly surprised to see how efficient you can be with a bullet journal.

7. You don't need to invest in expensive materials.

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There's a big misconception about needing high end products in order for your journal to look nice, but that is not the case in the slightest. The same pencils, pens, and highlighters you use everyday will bring your journal to life.

8. The bujo community is amazing.

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I've looked to other bullet journalists for inspiration on countless occasions. One of the most influential in my own journaling journey is Ioana, aka Mistral Spirit. She documents her bullet journal on instagram as well as YouTube, and she is super fun and personable!

9. You'll be able to manage your time and avoid overextending yourself.

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Let's face it: everyone is, has, or will be guilty of overextending themselves at some point in time. While using your journal, you become more conscious of the time you have to put towards things aside from school and work. It's also a good reminder of when you should focus more on homework!

10. You get the satisfaction of filling in an entire notebook.

Rebecca Washington

It's not often that you get to look back on an entire chunk of memories, deadlines, and jokes from your past. When you do, however, the feeling is one you want to make last.

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The Coach That Killed My Passion

An open letter to the coach that made me hate a sport I once loved.
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I fell in love with the game in second grade.

I lived for every practice and every game. I lived for the countless hours in the gym or my driveway perfecting every shot, every pass, and every move I could think of. Every night after dinner, I would go shoot and would not allow myself to go inside until I hit a hundred shots. I had a desire to play, to get better and to be the best basketball player I could possibly be.

I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school, and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that coached and supported me through the years.

SEE ALSO: My Regrets From My Time As A College Softball Player

Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.

I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of basketball.

When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone, it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game. My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me."

SEE ALSO: Should College Athletes Be Limited To One Sport?

Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach:

Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off," and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either. I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake, I simply didn't have an answer. The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself, not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, but you also turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records. It's about the players.

You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won't have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.

SEE ALSO: To The Little Girl Picking Up A Basketball For The First Time


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Poetry On Odyssey: My Thoughts As A Teenage Insomniac

"Shifty minds in a shifty night."

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My thoughts have hit a new low,
My bedroom is feeling too cold-
I wanna sleep but my bedspread's only made for two.

DON'T FIX MY AESTHETIC,
I'M CALLING A MEDIC-
I'LL F**K ON THE TABLE,
AND HOTBOX WITH GOD.

Illusions depicted,
Writing hometown fictitions,
And drinking big bottles with uplifting tongues.

I'M PLAYING WITH RATTLES,
I'VE UPSET SOME CATTLE
WHO WASHED UP A BOMB-

Rolling around twisting some thoughts,
I've gotten insomnia-
And switched on and off.
I'm subtle and bitter,
I've craved for hard liquor,
But felt gross off the thought.

GO DRINK SOME BEER,
AND THEY WILL ALL CHEER-
I GO IN AND OUT
OH F**K I JUST SHOUT!
I PUNCHED MY FRIEND BOBBY
I'M MAKING A HOBBY,
TO SUCK ON MY THUMB!

My mind is a gutter,
A repulsive mess.
I shift around-
On and off bed.
For the nighttime thoughts lingers
And I'm shriveled with thought.
For graveyard hours really just suck.

LIGHTS ON, ON AND OFF
I THINK FELL,
THESE MOMENTS SUCK

I'm a teenage insomniac,
Whatever will I do?
When my mind comes down under,
I relapse again.

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