Thursday, September 16, 2010

I confess

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.
Do you have these worthless treasures, too?