Hi all. What can I say? Dark frame of mind last night. I struggled with the decision to post this, because I have this impression that art journals are full of positivity and affirmations. This did not seem to fit the mold, even for me. But after having a long talk with myself, I came to this conclusion: It’s my journal, and I can do whatever I want to or need to do with it. And I don’t have to share, but I am practicing putting things out there (part of the “fear less” theme I seem to have adopted lately) and the best time to practice that is exactly when you are feeling like you don’t want to.
This is the first time I approached the journal not because I had something I wanted to say, but because I felt like I had something I needed to say in order to be okay and get on with my life. Hello, breakthrough. Nice to meet you. Seems like this journal is becoming something that I don’t just like to do, but need to do. Huh.
I did use a bad word. As an adjective. So, if that’s not your thing, you can probably stop here. I hope we’ll still be blog buddies because, whether I comment or not, I read pretty much every single post from everyone I follow. I would miss you if you went away 🙂
To make this I played with water colors, pencil, sharpie, and a fair amount of anger.
I don’t believe in “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” The more things change, the more they change. It’s just a matter of if we can adapt to what’s new, or if we fall apart. Life is fucking complicated.
Postscript: I just realized that I posted this right above a journal page about things being simple vs. complex where I concluded that simple is almost always true. Then again, maybe not… I have a feeling this theme will crop up again soon.