A full journal truly is beautiful. Words and drawings everywhere. Some orderly and some not. Different colored writing, different fonts – chaotic elegance. Emotions scattered on the pages. When I run my fingers over the indented pages – that texture is one of my favorites – it feels amazing, kind of hard to describe. But I love it! It’s one of the many things I’m good at creating, a journal full of so many words and thoughts and stories and lessons and smiles and frowns. My journals are imperfectly perfect masterpieces. Totally inspiring to me. I’d rather hand-write a journal entry than type it into a Word document. Too bad blogs aren’t very physical. . . that’d be pretty snazzy.
Wanna know a random fact? I have only finished one of my many many many journals. I seriously can never finish an entire one. Weird right? Do you have problems like this, or am I the only one?