That one lady at the coffee shop who showed me her 2018 bujo
I was sitting at a Starbucks near downtown Portland last fall and this woman next to me pulls out a beat up Leuchtturm. It was falling apart, tape everywhere, pages falling out. She saw me staring at my fancy new dotted notebook and just laughed. She told me she started bullet journaling back in 2015 and her first 3 notebooks were total garbage. But she said something that stuck with me: a bujo is supposed to look used, not be a museum piece. It actually made me stop caring about perfect spreads and just let things flow messy. Anyone else have a moment where someone basically gave you permission to stop trying so hard?