junk journaling has become such a fun and creative outlet for me—a true reflection of my brain, every time you flip a page! nothing is in order, it's just a mess. i love every part of it, from dreaming up what i want to put on the pages, down to ripping up paper and scraps and decorating my pages. the aesthetic is that it’s not aesthetic. it’s just in the moment, candid, musings from me.
i feel like as a mom with ASD/ADHD, when my needs get put on the back-burner, my burnout is 10x worse. i’ve been learning through therapy that it’s necessary to put on my own breathing mask first, before anyone else’s. which is definitely something i have had to learn over these last couple of years. and while that may seem more serious than junk journaling, sometimes it’s not. we don’t need a week vacation in the tropics away from our family, we just need something that is our own. something that nurtures our creative side, our soft side. remember that next time you feel guilty for taking a solo trip to Target, or out to lunch with a girlfriend you haven’t seen since last Christmas.
MUAH!
marked safe. from people pleasing. linking all of my journal stuff here!!
