I prepped my next 6 pages, in between driving boys to the pool and fetching them home, shopping and spending time with my Mom, making dinner for my brother Mike who's in town working on his rig.
Here's my blank page in the composition journal.
I glued in old ripped file folders and some dictionary pages...
and some Canadiana ephemera. (I told you those pressed maple leafs made me feel patriotic!)
Then I brushed a light coat of paint over it all. I would have liked to play more, but other duties called. Daniel is picking up a shift tomorrow, so I will have something to keep myself amused.
Now I guess I'll show you the pages from Day 7 and 8. Without joy. Or excitement. Just sayin'.
This is the page after prepping, journaling and taping over the words.
and painted over it all.
I didn't like this exercise at all! I am not the type of person to want to hold on to past hurts and go over them, or examine them to death or to confront my old demons.
Of course I have things that make me sad; things I wish I could change, but hey, they're in the past and there is nothing I can do about them. I have no desire to hurt people who have hurt me in the past. I know I've caused hurts too, and I can't do anything about that except learn and grow, so I prefer to let bygones be sleeping dogs.... or whatever. So though I did this exercise I felt yucky doing it. And slightly pissed off, because up till that point I was having a great time and feeling all happy and shiney and the birds were singing and life was pretty.
Then the bad memories and the tape and the feeling of covering it up and blah, blah, blah.
Not so nice.
So now I'm thinking...is that a good thing to know about myself? And is that what this whole journey is about?
Hmmmm....I guess I'll move on and find out. ( Today I prefer the happy).
I'll be back tomorrow. No more griping.