I've been kind of struggling with journaling for the past couple of weeks. I'm not sure why, but I'm determined not to give in to the urge to stop. I know if I do, I'm going to slip down into that horrible vat of Indigo and I don't want that. I'm determined to fight it any way I can, and for some reason these pages help me.
Doodling those cirlces and making them gray & white - helps. Adding a wash of expensive yellow paint in my 40 cent journal - helps.
Quinacridone magenta - ALWAYS helps. Doodling lips inside a heart - helps.
I put on tape. I made white dots. In the big scheme of things - I did nothing today. Didn't save the world. Didn't help anyone. No grocery shopping, no laundry. Does that mean my day was a waste? I read a book. Took a bath. Picked up dinner for my family at Wendy's. And I painted a little in my journal. Maybe a waste to some, but I'll go to bed tonight feeling not quite Indigo, and sometimes that's the best we get.