My dad always gives me a diary. It is a tradition. And this year was no exception, but as I sat looking at my wrapped parcel under the tree, I thought I was going to have to buy a new one, because the ones my dad buys are basic and functional and not much else. And as I thought that, I caught myself, and thought…what are you doing, you have no real money coming in, and bills that will need to be paid and yet you are going to look for reasons to spend money. You want a creative life…make your diary the one you want.
And I did. I opened that puppy up and it was a plain black nondescript diary. But not anymore. The blue side is the front, the pink is the back….and I have redone the inside as well. I gessoed some pages. painted a couple black to write with white pen. And painted others and stuck on other paper, like my linen paper and homemade paper and graph paper, and it is define. I did that on all the pages I knew I would never use, like other countries public holidays, and conversions, and those other blah pages that I wonder who ever uses them. And then I have gone through, and will continue to do so and painted something on every page with water colour. Up to March so far. And I LOVE this. I can hardly wait till Dad sends me my next plain one next year. To see what it becomes. And I use it all the time. Putting things in and looking through it. Planning and giving myself deadlines. Love it. And perfectly me. Who knew! I get the pages I want, and pages I will use. Pages I have used. And it is so in keeping with my knew life.
Filed under: Art, Personal, Personal Development
