But first, when you journal, and find yourself reluctant to pick it up.... whether you are using a regular old journal that requires a pen in hand, or are playing with the idea of a creative journal, and slapping colour with complete abandon - please can I encourage you.
Journaling is for your benefit. It's an outlet to express your feelings, thoughts, and dreams. It is not an autobiography, or an inventory to be used by others. Yes, there may be someone who picks it up and fingers through it with curious decoding intentions BUT try not to let the fear of pleasing a reader, or a viewer paralyze you and keep you from expressing your heart.
I find if I am unable to express what I am feeling creatively, it slowly simmers within me, as though ignored on the back burner, until what was once a pot of creativity becomes abandoned, empty and fruitless. I feel agitated, frustrated, and without purpose. Creative expression is a fruitful release.
I am really just writing this out for myself. I'm reassuring me - the pastel perfectionist - that it doesn't matter if the painting I did today in my Creative Journal isn't in perfect proportion. It's okay that the detail is limited. It doesn't have to be tight, and balanced. It's okay - because I had fun. I loved the colours. I found patterned scraps and tore them to create texture. It's okay.
And I'm happy.
Planning today's entry (and I use the word planning loosely), I wanted a soft soothing background. I wanted to stick to 'cream' colours. I used acrylic paints and mixed white with burnt umber painting over the glued on torn textured paper.
I also knew that I wanted a tree theme. In my mind it was just a tan colour, but I pulled out the pinks, and golds, and it still has a soft feel to it I think.
I tore patterned paper to make leaf shapes (where ARE my scissors! I seriously have no idea) and found a cute tag with coordinating ribbon that I will write on when everything dries. I pulled out some markers and added extra scrolls. I love scrolls!
AND I glued on this awesome little glass angel that I picked up ages ago. She sits perfectly on the branch surrounded by words like 'love, joy, peace, patience, and kindness' written on the leaves.