On a Monday, on the bus, in the car, in the coffee shop, the second I wake up, and the moment before I sleep. It can be whenever, I’ll flip over the filled pages to a crisp, white, and clean page. I know not everyone is the “write your feelings down” type. It doesn’t necessarily have to be like that. It doesn’t have to be words, or a poem, or some compilation of thoughts. It can be anything you desire, art, the music that you are currently relating to, cut outs of inspiration, old photos, anything. See I stick anything and everything in this book. The good, the bad and yeah you guessed it, the beautiful! Ha kidding, yeah even the ugly. As I’ve said in my previous post in this series I’m not much of a fan of the word journal, I don’t really know why but that doesn’t matter, so anyway let’s call it a book or honestly anything just not “my journal”.