I keep thinking that I have reduced my number of journals, but then I actually look at what I have and I'm surprised again by books tucked away. RIght now, I have two main ones, though and that is the perfect number of me. I have one journal that I play in. That is NOT the one above, because I actually filled that one (yay) but it is SIMILAR in that I let me myself to whatever I feel like. Especially late at night when I just want to doodle away.
I enjoyed my fake journal so much, that I started a real visual journal similar. What I find hilarious is that it's actually HARDER of me to write in this journal because I don't want to write boring daily details. Except that I also sort of like keeping an abbreviated note of what's going on. I'm trying to strike a balance between acknowledging the make up of my day, and feeling constrained to keep track of everything. Everything is not necessary, interesting or productive.
I have found developing the habit of sketching what is in front of me, however 'ordinary' makes it suddenly not invisible and does actually acknowledge the little objects that pepper my daily life. For example, the above is my knitting tools pencil case. I bring it with me when on go one knit night with my knit buds.
And then sometimes I just sketch what I love, like owls. I never knew that I loved sketching owls until suddenly I did. Owls and rabbits. I should do it as a daily challenge. Who knows, maybe I even will.
