1. laundry (of course)
2. sleeping
3. working
4. creeping on Facebook pictures
5. making excuses
found a little piece of heaven
I’m sure I’ve confessed my love of journals here. Utilitarian canvas-covered sketchbooks and beautifully embossed covers with sewn-in creamy pages make me want to write brilliant things in them.
Then I get clammy hands and a terrible case of writer’s anxiety when I fear I won’t be brilliant…just…mediocre, and I don’t want to ruin the beautiful pristine pages with my ramblings. Because of this silly notion, I’ve amassed a stack of lovely (and some utilitarian) journals, sitting pretty and empty on my book shelf, longing to fulfill their purpose and house all kinds of thoughts.
Big thoughts. Small thoughts. Complicated and incomplete thoughts. Stream of consciousness and careful thoughts.
And yes, every once in a while, maybe something brilliant.
Something changed a couple of years ago and I started writing in these beautiful books. I didn’t think it would happen, but I’ve filled them all. I just opened the last empty one and filled the first page. Heaven.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine
Mine. Is there a place, object, or view that’s entirely yours, or you’re a bit selfish or possessive about? Is it a feeling you feel when you look at the photo, or perhaps an unwillingness to share?
I’m certainly not selfish about it, but one of my favorite places to go alone is the Monastery of the Holy Spirit in Conyers. Not because I don’t want to share my time with anyone else, but because I enjoy the silence there and the sense of timelessness.