An old acquaintance I'm making into my friend.

I know, I know I'm a terrible blogger.
but I just thought I'd share in this brief moment that I've reconnected with something. A while ago, (gosh, a few years now actually!) a very dear friend (Stacy) gave me a little black book that was meant to be my creative outlet of thoughts, drawings, plans, wishes, inspirations, intentions... anything and everything. Well, as sometimes happens, this was a very honourable intention that went to waste on my part. It found a spot in every closet of every place I've lived in over the last few years... but it's out on a desk now, its time at long last here.

So now, at least once a week, I will try to create. Something. Anything that will help realize this creative surge I have been feeling lately. So stifled in my regimen, I feel that my creativity hibernates. And then I begin to be hopelessly and unrelentingly judgmental about what gets translated to the pages. And so I'm hoping that I begin anew what I so ambitiously intended, however long it may take me to fill its pages, I happily say that I am willing to try. And also to try to accept that I may love but one page in it when I finish. But that's one creative thought I'll bring to life.

and yes. I did just call a book my new friend. hmm.