I’m not finding this super easy, trying to get my little business off the ground, and also trying to get a bit of meat on this blog.
I’m looking forward to finding my rhythm; losing the initial self consciousness that comes with putting yourself out there; and remembering to take. Photos. Of. Everything.
In the meantime, I keep remembering to when I actually journaled, daily, with pen and ink. I would sometimes use this ink my grandfather gave me, and a post office pen (don’t ask me why). The ink is all but dried up, but I treasure the little bottle with it’s shabby label, and it always survives clean outs and moves to take pride of place somewhere in my workspace.