Thinking. Trying to figure out how to put this into words without sounding snarky or elitist. I've written and rewritten this post several times.
I have kept a journal in some form since fourth grade. My pages are constantly evolving and changing as I do. My work did not look like this overnight. I've practiced, pushed and experimented on my pages. I have struggled to find my own voice. Pretty, perfect pages are not my priority. They never have been. Pages that reflect my thoughts and experiences are what I'm after.
I am constantly learning (aren't we all?) I am taken aback by folks who insist that they know everything. How is that possible when we are always growing and changing as we age? We learn by trial and error. We learn by experience and by doing.
That is one of the many things that is so wonderful about our journal pages. We can document that process and see how we grow, change and unfold upon our pages. We can hold a glimpse of the process in our hands. There's something almost magical about being able to harness a moment in time and hold it in our hands.
We can look back and see how we've changed and how our pages reflect that change. We should be able to look back without judgment. There should be no such thing as a pretty, perfect page. It should be the honesty in our pages that we strive for. Honest, real, messy pages full of life and passion. Pages that reflect us in all of our ups and downs. Pages full of life, your life. Don't let anyone lead you to believe anything different.
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