Haven't been spending as much time as usual in my journal, so I took some time last night to get reacquainted. To be brutally honest, I've been feeling that old familiar itch--that wandering eye--the longing to make myself a new journal. It isn't that I'm unhappy with this one, I still dearly love it, but I've been working on it for almost a year now and working on new pages alongside the struggles and memories of a year ago is less than appealing. Still, I'm determined to stick it out, mostly because I do still love this particular book (If I did make another journal, I'd make one just like it.) and also cause I am dying to know what it will look like completely filled with big, fat, colorful, rambling pages. Thankfully, I'm still behind on showing off the pages I had been working on before being so neglectful. So here you go. Maybe it'll inspire me to get busy and get that book filled.