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A doodle a day... Keeps the crap away

One of the biggest changes I've made this year has been the introduction of my Bullet Journal... Or as the cool cats say, Bujo, best not to shorten it to BJ....

How to describe what a Bujo is? It's different for everyone, but it's essentially a blank book which you fill with logs, lists, plans etc... Whatever you need to track and monitor. It can be done as standard bullet points, or in a more creative way.

I wanted to do mine to enable me to work on keeping myself healthy mentally and physically. For it to be a mix of things I really needed to do, and fun things for my own personal enjoyment.

As a parent, and more so now as a single parent, I've found it incredibly hard to focus on myself and my own needs. My Bujo has enabled me to work out just how I'm feeling, what I can work on, what I can achieve. It's given me a sense of control, and really helped me focus on moving my life forward and making the most of what I have, rather than the things I don't have. It's helped me realise the things I don't need, and that actually I can be happy with what I have.

One of the biggest and most positive changes that has come as a result of my Bujo is the change in Little Legs behaviour. It's actually been a combination of two things, my Bujo, and the Parent Led CBT I did last year. The CBT got me so far with him, it helped me recognise the signs of his anxiety, techniques to use when the signs were there and language to use that enabled him to take control for himself. My Bujo has enabled me to feel more in control of my life, reduce my stress, and made me a happier and calmer person to be around.

Little Legs and I have so much less conflict and stress, he's still has his moments as all nearly 6 year olds do, but he tells me things now he would never have done before. He no longer worries that mummy will get cross, he knows it's safe to talk to me, tell me when he got it wrong, let me know when something has been broken. He knows we will talk about it, I won't shout, we'll problem solve the issue, and make a plan to fix things when we can. When all else fails, a cuddle is nearly always the answer.

Who knew taking ten minutes a day to doodle, could create so much calm and change in my life? Who knew just writing things down could help me figure out how to make time for me, and to use that time in a positive way?

I'll be taking some time this weekend to start thinking about April and what I want to focus on.

If you have something you use, or do to help you focus and regain/stay in control, I'd love to hear about it!

Here's a little peek into my bujo, I'd love it if you shared yours too.









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