I think writing in paragraphs only help me get more carried away, and bullet points have the understood connotation of being abbreviated clippings. How things stand:
- for almost a month I’ve finally taken the medication my doctor gave me almost an age ago. It’s mainly for anxiety among other ailments. I always found some excuse to not take it. Someone convinced me, mom or Bean did. Consecutively taken it’s done wonders to level me off. I still have bad patches, as a side effect is …. guess. Depression. Yeah. But ye, I’m comparatively better.
- Quarantine hasn’t really affected me directly. At first. If I’m not at work, I’m at home. My uncle has taken over my manual duties at the office, so now I do the paperwork at the desk in my room.
- I restarted bullet journaling, and it’s been a fucking charm. Nothing complicated, minimalistic and to the point. The key thing is to write stuff down, it’s the only way I can remember. I use my highlighters when I have to (making it a little bit kawaii), try to perfect precise handwriting in an attempt at professionalism. I follow the template from bulletjournal.com. The only modification is I split the day with work on one side, and on the other is pour moi, for me, so I don’t neglect myself.