I was stuck on a ten and a half hour flight with a book, journal, and my brain. The first part of the list was glorious, but the latter a nuisance.
Naturally, being bored on a plane, I vomited the irony of my mind and the dangers of perfection in words and doodles “bullet” journal style. Evidently, bullet journaling is code for people who buy blank notebooks and design it into a Lilly Pulitzer-winning planner/diary as people who have way too much time on their hands. Sort of like people stuck on a ten hour international flight.
So if you dare, enjoy the musings of mind:
After my messy two and a half weeks of travelling, I have to say my favorite is when I get lost in a city, stumbling upon secret gems. Maybe the “not perfect” route is much more fulfilling than we thought…