Reflection

"But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever."
-Haruki Murakami

Well, I finally made it.

Thirty-one junk journal spreads for the thirty-one days of July 2021.

I can stick to things.

I am not a total flake.

There's my face again...it's popping up everywhere!

I've been looking in the mirror all month long.

I don't like what I see.

I don't know how to change it, 

but I know I have to try.

I love that picture of the city street.

If I can sit at my art desk, day after day,

and push through these spreads and blog posts, 

then I can do thirty days of something else.

Maybe I can make myself into someone better in monthly increments,

one day at a time.

Or at least happier, if not better.

I have to try.

If I don't, I'm going to do things I will end up regretting.

I'm tired of being rash.

I'm tired of being foolish.

I can't keep bouncing around between thoughts.

I want the things I do, 

to be measured, 

and I want to be more sure.

Maybe slow and steady does win the race.

But, even if not, 

maybe even a few measured steps in the right direction 

can make all the difference.