Sometimes you have to look back to where you've been to appreciate where you are. In a recent urge to declutter my life, I have been sifting through old letters, cards, and yes, journals.
I pulled them out and lost myself in them for hours. Lost myself in the girl I was and where I used to be. Parts were embarrassing, parts were hilarious, parts were sad, and some parts were simply lovely. And as I went through each book, I saw an evolution. The evolution of who I am as a person... and as a creative spirit.
My first journal is about 10 years old. A simple book I bought from the now defunct Borders bookstore. The binding is kinda busted and pages are falling out. It's decorated in a simple and straightforward way. Some artwork, tons of quotes, LOTS of writing.
My current journal is a handmade Celio Designs journal. It's handbound with a coptic stitch and features rich imagery on the front. Like the first one, it has some artwork, tons of quotes, and LOTS of writing.