Journals, Journals, Journals

A few weeks ago I decided to pull out all of my journals and number them in the order in which they were created.

 

So I dug them all out.  Looked at them.  And revised my plan.

{Also, I'm pretty sure there are some I missed in a cabinet I didn't check.}

I altered my plan from numbering all the journals to just the ones that have been specifically used for only random play.

It seems I have quite a few journals that are themed or I've been using for certain projects/prompts or I'm using very specific mediums in.

So everything that has been only used for a special project, theme, memory keeping, doodling or drawing got set aside.

That left me with seven.

 

Seven got numbered.

And not a single one of those seven is complete and full.

As I was putting them all back the shelf I decided to keep No.1 out.

And actually finish it.

Then a few days later I was working on a special project

{Hello big dreams.  I'm back to working towards you.}

and I had some left over paint that I didn't want to go to waste, so I pulled out another of the numbered journals to deposit it in.

 

Then one day it felt like autumn outside and so I went and got my Autumn journal,

because I haven't touched it since last autumn.

And now, as I sit here at my worktable writing this, I count six open journals;

a spellbook, a doodle journal, a December Daily and art journals numbers 1, 3 and 7. 

 

It seems pulling forgotten journals off shelves to number is a pretty productive idea.