I kept journals for years, and kind of fizzled out in the early 1990s.
It is a blast looking back and remembering some of the wild times!
Fast forward to 2009, I was looking for a new art project and
remembered how much fun journaling was. I finished
about half a dozen new journals in no time, and the
two cat art journals are still my favorites.
I drew the page on the right while Mark was having surgery in
September 09. I thought we had made it through that O.K.,
but a series of unfortunate events had already begun,
and I started slowly slipping into depression.
I journaled a bit into 2010; first the colors disappeared, then the
art lines got shaky, and then the writing stopped altogether.
I'm amazed now that I was oblivious to the change.
Well, enough of that...
Its time to journal again!
My purse (U-approved Vera Bradley) is filled with art goodies...
Watercolor palette, water brush and ink pen, Moleskine journal,
a date planner, and wallet (well, an old Vera Bradley luggage tag).
Now anytime there are a few minutes, its time to journal.
The boys have been hanging so close, I've even been able
to write a few things on our walks, before chasing
after them down the trails.
Oops, Tanji just zoomed off to the right, time to go :).
Tomorrow: Recovery Step 3