Back in January 2024, I wrote about my fascination with bullet journaling and junk journaling — the aesthetics, the creative possibilities, the relaxing feeling of designing spreads and adding stickers and die cuts. At the time, my journals were mostly unused, and I felt guilty for not having the time to commit to them.
A year later, I’m happy to report some progress: I finally found the time to create a bullet journal that I consistently fill in every month. I’m now in my second year of journaling, and the difference is remarkable.
I’ve learned what works for me: which spreads I actually use, which decorations enhance my pages without overwhelming them, and what I want to track versus what I can skip. My design has improved, I’m more intentional about my layouts, and I’ve embraced the balance between aesthetics and functionality. It’s no longer a source of guilt — it’s become a creative habit I genuinely enjoy.
Looking back, I see the first year as a learning period — figuring out what I wanted, what I could realistically do, and how to integrate it into my busy life. This year, journaling feels like a reward rather than a task. It’s become my little corner of calm and creativity amidst a busy schedule of work, travel, band activities, and family life.
Bullet journaling has shown me that even small, consistent efforts can grow into something meaningful and beautiful. And while I still admire junk journaling, I’ve found a rhythm that works for me — one page at a time, one month at a time, and with a lot less guilt along the way.
