Future Journaling

This is my current desk journal, which is almost full. It's basically a school composition book covered with a lovely quilted jacket by Sonya Anderson, one of my favorite Etsy artists. This year I haven't been journaling much other than recording what I eat every day and keeping important stuff tucked away in the back pages, and I want to change that.

The next journal I use will be Paris-themed blank book by Punch Studio.

It's pretty, I love the page colors, and it will prompt me to be more forthcoming.

While I was straightening my office closet I came across an art journal I kept eleven years ago, and saw this page. I remember that was a tough year for me; Dad's health was spiralling downward, we had serious problems with two family members, and I turned 50 and started menopause. A colleague I respected died at the very beginning of 2010, and I ended Stardoc with the publication of the tenth and final novel in August of that year. Yet somehow I had the courage to write all these positive things.

I haven't been feeling very positive, and at this point in life I'm more cautious about what I write, which is probably why I haven't been putting much in my journals. That's what I want to change. Even if it makes some future reader sad, I should at least let myself be honest and write about what I'm dealing with in my private journals.

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nightsmusic said…

I love that Paris themed journal. Beautiful and peaceful. Let it be a best friend who listens to everything, the good and the bad, knowing it won't pass any judgement or condemnation. *hug*

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