Well, unlike some people, I don’t believe in starting resolutions on Day 1, be it the start of the New Year or the beginning of the month. I start when I chose.
I started in December.
Nothing major, in fact it’s not even really a goal, more of a whim.
I had watched a video on the ever helpful YouTube on how to make your own journal. Making the cover, creating the signatures, sewing it all together and BING BANG BOOM . . . you have a journal.
Now this journal is not beautiful. No seriously, it’s not even as pretty as some of those junk journals you see being paraded about. This is the most generic thing I could possibly hobble together.
A page out of a yellow legal pad, a page out of a white project pad, a couple of pieces out of a spiral notebook, and my cover was cut from an oversized manilla folder. Everything I used was found up in my office, collecting dust.
I mean, I wasn’t about to use the good papers for this.
Starting on December 15th, as that’s when I made this thing, I kept my handmade journal on my desk so that I would be prompted to use it. It was already hideous, any attempts of an artistic nature would only improve the look of it.
To be honest, I didn’t think I’d use the blasted thing. However, to my delight, I have faithfully been adding some kind of information to the journal for the last month. Mostly weather and astronomical events, what creatures have visited the backyard, and my new attempt at improving my handwriting with a barely used disposable fountain pen.
Fear not, I won’t bore you with photos of my entries because well . . . they aren’t that interesting.
But this journaling is my resolution so to speak. A place to collect my feeble attempts to improve my handwriting. A place to notate the various birds and squirrels and one rabbit that come to visit every afternoon. A place to jot down those little happenings one sentence at a time.
So that is my whimsical goal, create a journal roughly every 30 days during the year and see what it all looks like at the end.
