In this fast paced world of instant communication, constant entertainment, and flashy distraction, it’s easy to get overwhelmed and feel like you don’t get anything accomplished. As a mom of 3 who works from home, I know I feel like I’m interrupted at least a 100 times a day. And then there’s the interruptions you choose to indulge in (I’m looking at you Pinterest!…I mean literally, I’m always looking at you, don’t be mad, I love you, okay? Okay, bye.)
We all know bullet journaling is addictive. It’s even more addictive to watch how other people journal, and compare yourself. I often get caught up gazing at all the inspiring bullet journal pages I have streaming thru my social media feed on a daily basis. The colors..the fonts..the productivity.. if I were a cartoon my eyes would be giant glossy hearts, and there would be some kind of soft rock playing in the background.
As a parent you might feel starting a bullet journal is out of your reach. A notebook without crayon scribbles AND accomplished tasks…dream on. I’ve got band practice, bathtimes, dinner to cook, toys to trip over, crying fits to sooth, homework to resent, spills to clean, sleep to be abruptly woken from, more spills to clean, etc.
History is filled with examples of uber-successful people that keep a daily journal. Ranging from creators like Ben Franklin and Ernest Hemingway to world leaders like Winston Churchill and Ronald Reagan, journaling is a habit they all share. Benefits of keeping a daily journal include everything from mindfulness, clarity, better decision making, achieving your goals, and self-confidence. There is even evidence that it raises your IQ.
I always wanted to be the type of person that kept a diary but I struggled with the practice. Sitting down to write produced either an aching awkwardness or a mind as blank as the page in front of me. What are you supposed to write about, anyway? How long do you have to muddle thru before you’re basking in all that mental clarity and goal achievement?
Hey, guys! Welcome! I’m the “Sheena”, behind Sheena of the Journal. I never liked my name as a kid, but it does work well in a pun.