The timer is on but I quickly forget that it's there as I fill the page with my journaling (using my trusty black .35 Rapidosketch pen.) I overlap my sentences as I write fast and messy across the page. My journaling is for me and what I'm writing is not meant for anyone's eyes but my own. It's stream of consciousness type stuff and it feels good to get it out. When I'm done, I switch pens, grabbing my black Sakura Glaze pen and slowly writing, "I am learning..." across my previous writing. I love layering my writing and seeing what develops.
The top right corner still bugs me so I add hand drawn X's in a hot pink paint pen (which quickly dries enabling me to have time to outline the X's with my Rapidosketch pen.) The corner is tied together but I'm still not feeling it.
I step back and look at my page. I really like it. I don't judge pages for being good or bad, pretty or ugly. A page is finished for me when it's "said" everything that I need it to say at that moment. I've spent forty minutes making this page so far (see how it adds up.) Yet, it still needs something.
(I forgot to say earlier that my ten minutes did NOT include time to take the photo. I took the photos after the buzzer went off.)
All prepped and ready for my A Beautiful Necessity class at Stampin' From the Heart in L.A. tomorrow. There's still room! I'd love to see you there!