Sometimes, a poem on my bullet journal

Sometimes
The only thing
I write in my bullet journal
Is that I am not doing well
Or that I’ve only done a blog post
Or, by chance, did something useful
On a day filled with feeling lost

Sometimes
I feel energetic
And my bullet journal needs
A second page to contain
The glee of the day
Finished! Finished! Finished!
Accomplished abundance

Both times
I turn the page
And start a new day
Filled with possibilities
And even if I only write
One thing down, I smile
Because I have space to doodle

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