Ah, once again I have been a slacker and a half about writing in here. I swear, every time I remember this blog exists I ask myself "Why don't you ever write in here Jessica? It's fun!" and then I'll write a post (like I am now) and then forget about it for another few months. I was even worse this year about writing in my physical journal. As in... I didn't write in it all until yesterday. It is what it is. To say that 2018 has been a rough year is an understatement. I've learned a ton about myself, and grown a lot, but man it was hell.
That quote up there is one of my favorites from the books I've read recently. The Inexplicable Logic of My Life is a book all about growing up, learning how the world really works, and trying your damnedest to find your place in it. I'm 34 years old, and I still really needed this YA book when I found it. I mean, honestly, living is an art. There's no map for it. No formula. It's just a series of things that you do, blindly hoping they turn out well, and then dealing with aftermath. There are good times, bad ones, a lot of meh ones, and they all just make up who you are and where you're going. It's insane.
As I round out this year, and head in 2019, my journaling bug is back in a big way. I have my eyes on a new leather notebook, and a fancy fountain pen, because writing by hand should be a joy. Yes, I type way faster than I write. But writing something by hand has its own special magic. I miss that feeling.
We'll see how I do.
We'll see how I do.
