My sister saw my weekly spread and said it looked like a to-do list for a robot
We were at her place in Madison last weekend, and I was showing off my new habit tracker. She just stared at it for a minute and said, 'Piper, where's the fun? This looks like you're grading your own life.' I've been bullet journaling for almost two years, and I always thought the point was to be super organized and efficient. My spreads are all clean lines, color-coded tasks, and perfect little checkboxes. But her comment made me realize I've turned my whole journal into a performance review. I don't draw, I don't write about my day, I just log. It hit different because she's right. I'm so focused on getting the checkmark that I forgot this was supposed to be for me, not my imaginary boss. Has anyone else gotten so caught up in the system that they lost the point of having a journal at all?