When I proudly showed my journal to my wife one morning, she couldn’t help but observe that my day’s to-dos included the essential task of sewing a button back onto my Hawaiian shirt, but somehow didn’t mention that I was taking my kid in for a doctor visit that afternoon. “Maybe,” she suggested, “you should write a ‘BuJo’ entry about how you’re finally going to learn how to use our Google Calendar.”
I Was a Bullet Journal Skeptic, but I Hate to Say It Works