So much, so much going on. We are traveling now and it seems I don't have time to spare. The last few days before hand sped by and suddenly we were on the plane.
HOWEVER, in all that haste and rush, I did accomplish several things. I finished THREE journals that had been dragging on. I filled up the Cousin Maude journal, a journal I'd been using for classes, and just before leaving I closed another notebook journal. I started a notebook journal - oh just over a year ago when I was recuperating and needed a place to play and take notes (medication = no brain) but I also used them to remind myself to play no matter what the paper. I 'collect' different journals/notebooks under some misguided idea that I have lots to say, I guess, but really they've just been piling up. So when I lost my mind it seemed like a good place to gather it back together. Recently, I thought I'd go at it again, but found myself being frustrated, so these will probably go on the back burner.
I'm not much interested in detailing my life - it's boring enough most of the time as I go through it - why write it and then think I'd want to go over it even one more time.
Sometimes I do like to play with thoughts, but I could do that on paper that was more adaptable - esp to wet media.
I often feel I'm just flailing around with these jumbled journals/sketchooks. However, I think I am making my way to understanding what I mean by a visual journal and, maybe as importantly, how I want to work in it - or the possibilities I want to explore more and both size and paper quality have become more connected to my thinking.
I defiantly used to feel that this was all 'wasted time' but have come to peace with the idea that that is just my process, for better or worse, and I won't actually progress if I don't walk it. Each step, one step. Sometimes, often repeating.
I have not, obviously included all the pages. SOOO DULL, but in a good way. An honest way. I am glad I worked this journal. I'm glad I filled it, and now I'm very glad to put it aside and move on.