#journal pages

It’s easy to let things slip. Too easy in fact - all you really need is life to keep progressing forward, and sooner or later, for one reason or another, you find yourself forgetting some of the things that you used to love. And months, even years, can go past before you realize how long it’s been since you sat down and let yourself lose track of time doing something that used to bring you joy. I remember lying on my bedroom floor when I was a teenager and just listening to music for hours. I remember writing late into the night, and making collages with scraps of paper covering the whole floor. I haven’t done any of those things for about seven months. I haven’t drawn anything for at least a whole year. And it’s strange, because when people ask me what I like to do I list those things, and then I remember how long it’s been.

I am starting to think that most people who say they don’t have enough time have a warped view of their life. Or maybe I’m just projecting, because that is definitely the case with me. I have plenty of time. So I have decided to reclaim all this time I am wasting on very worthless and poisonous things by giving myself a little challenge - for every single day of this month, I am going to complete a page of my notebook. Drawing, writing, whatever. I don’t think it really matters. Anything is better than nothing. I’ll post some of the pages on here, and hopefully this project will wake me up from this strange dull hiatus I have taken from actually enjoying my life. And if it doesn’t, at least I will be making better use of my time. Because as I’ve already said, anything is better than nothing.