What’s that saying: things aren’t falling apart; they’re falling into place?
I’m sort of blocked with my painting. I’m a writer, but painting is my relaxation and I don’t need to care how it turns out and I already know it’s not good. I’ve written daily in 2017 and it’s great. I’ve already written about six poems since New Year’s Eve. Before that I hadn’t written one since maybe August?
I’ve been journaling and I enjoy it. It’s not so much “dear diary” as it’s more of a chronicle of thoughts. I did like the notation I made in one entry that I was extremely hung over on New Year’s Day and I had to get back to sleep. I like that a few times this month I’ve woken up from slumber to record thoughts. I’ve also enjoyed doing little doodles in my journal.
I hope you make a journal. It’s fun. In the promotion of happy, healthy new year, it’s a great way to boost your self-esteem and celebrate yourself as well (unless you’re a pessimistic, negative douche). We’re all douches; we all beautiful douches.