I was not really aware of HOW boring until I started a journal. I know…EVERYONE is doing it. Still, I thought it would help to organize me and budget my time, plus I thought it might be fun, too. So I got myself a very nice notebook. I started doing to pages for January; all pretty and segmented, although loosely. I decided I would include something that was/is/will be a blessing for me/us. I thought a little quote each day would be nice. And because I love words I included a Word of the Day box. Also figured in there would be a little TO DO list for the next day since I was mostly doing this at night. The majority of the page space would be left for anything I wanted to talk about/tell myself/gripe about, etc. Ya know, journal-y things. Finally, if I was so inclined I would include a little drawing or decoration.
Bear in mind that I have never felt ANY inclination to do scrap booking and have not done much stamping. In fact, until I found a bunch of stamps and stamp pads at a yard sale and bought them, I had maybe 3 little ones from years ago. So while I did decorate it a bit, it was not the unbelievable things that some people do. That’s ok, though. While they are fun to watch. having to spend hours working on just a page to gripe about something would have had me stabbing the journal into little pieces with the nearest cleaver.
For the first week I did pretty well. I was rather proud of myself. The To Do list proved only partially helpful. In a way, it was more of a condemnation when I didn’t get everything on it done in a day. I did well with the quotes and the Word of the Day. I even managed to do some decorating and did a drawing. So where does the boring part in all of this come in?
I fell asleep doing my own journal page.
Yep, dozed right off mid-sentence. Exhausted? Wrung out? Nope. Just bored into a snoring slumber. I mean seriously. How much is there to say when you’re a house goddess? I have no kids, hubster goes off to work, dogs keep me company and had no vehicle to go running around to all sorts of interesting places. After I talked about getting my laundry washed, or getting the dishes done (which if you knew me you would know is a BIG deal), or folding the newly washed laundry, I realized with a little shock that I am truly a most boring person.
Now this is not a put down. I don’t really mind things being boring most of the time. I’m not an adventurous soul, nor do I like a lot of changes. I spook easily, worry incessantly, try to remind myself NOT to worry incessantly, and pretty much just do homebody things. I’m ok with that. (Although I will admit here that I am a HORRID housekeeper. Terrible. Horrible. Baaaaad at it.) Still, I felt it was a bad sign that I fell asleep on my own journal writing.
So, I’ve decided that the journal will be more of an art journal for experiments that I don’t want to really risk my good paper on. If they look good on iffy paper, they will look spectacular on good paper. 🙂 If something happens that I want to write about I’ll date it and write about it.
On another note, remember I told you about re-branding my business? Well, its called Chickadee Junction and I have the logo graphic finished. I have not yet decided on the font and am doing some preliminary stuff doing my own calligraphy. I need the practice anyway, its been years since I did it. So without further ado, here is the logo for Chickadee Junction. A little undecided on the little purple flowers. What do you guys think?