2 weekends ago I lost another unfinished and neglected journal. (That's 3 strikes in a row for me.) Once I got home and realized that I had placed it on top of my car and drove off I punched myself in the head... pretty hard. I do that once in a while to keep myself in check.But in all seriousness, I used to live in my journals. I would draw and paint all the time... sitting, walking, driving, going to the bathroom... and then all of a sudden I stopped drawing in them. I would use the excuse that I was 'too busy' to make myself feel ok. I was busier with life in general, but that wasn't the reason. I just became lazy. 3 years of laziness finally got to me which made me started drawing again... and then I lost my 'hands' journal 2 weekends ago.
So... here I am today. New journal appropriately titled. 1st entry. Refreshed perspective on journal keeping. I hope I don't lose this one because I made a promise to do something even more painfully horrible to myself if I do.
