It’s a vicious cycle for me. Dread of failing to finish so never starting. Needing to get things done… hating the very word ‘need’ because my parents would say, “I need to do this… I need this done… I need that to this” And nothing ever happened. So I have an emotional response of frustration, anger and disappointment to the very word ‘need’.
Anyway… course correction.
So in my latest attempt to make my life more bearably, for me and for everyone around me I have a doctor’s appointment to get referred to mental health services for an assessment. The 25th of January, I am telling you all so that it’s more difficult to back out! I am trying to get ahead of the behavior game and try out some things.
I dislike word shortening. My husband says things like, “Rocks” when he means rockets for the rocket launcher and ‘mats’ when he is talking about materials needed for something. I hate it. It genericizes everything, is less precise and it frustrates me, no end. So we will not be talking about ‘BuJo’ here. (Hate name shortenings too. My name is ‘XYZ’ not ‘Exie uwu’.)
Again, course correction.
I have begun delving into the youtube video library to find everything useful to ADHD and bullet journaling. Beginning with videos about why people quit and pitfalls to avoid. I have random notebooks aplenty… I could start today.
What should I start with? I guess numbering some pages and starting an index.
I kind of want those color coded little sticky tabs too use. Maybe each time I write down a story idea I can save the opposite page for a chapter outline? Not to be done right then but when I might come back to the idea later… or right now. Seasonal goals seems like a good idea. Homeschool schedules…
OMG… should I be teaching my kids this so they can have some responsibility for themselves and a visual accountability.
Now I want to make a journal bag to hold whatever current journal and some pens and pencils. It should both fit inside my regular bag and be something I can toss over my shoulder to just have the dang thing with me as I wander, hopefully less aimlessly, through the house.