discontentment

I threw away my Book of Shadows and my Grimoire last night. Both books that I spent months decorating and adding research to. Why? I don’t know why other than it just felt like I was playing make belief. I felt like everything I wrote down in those books were just a bunch of lies and fairy tales. I had sections on palm reading, Norse Gods, herbs, and the supernatural. And the whole thing just left like a project for a 13 year old girl. It felt out of place. I felt like I was wasting my time.

On top of this blog which was supposed to help me cope and to log everything down. Especially, as time passes and we can read what we were doing a year from now… I have decided to get back into actual legitimate handwritten journaling. It’s just different when you are writing things down using your own two hands and a pen versus just typing a few keys. I don’t know where to start so I start with the present. One thing the grimoire taught me is that my journal doesn’t have to just be words written on the page but I can glue stuff into it and color of stuff or make art inside of the book. It’s my book and I can make it as creative as I want to make it instead of it being just a boring book that I write in.

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