Monday, September 10, 2012

an exercise in creativity

For the past few years, including this past summer my mother has tried in vain to get me to start creative journaling. It's not that I didn't want to, I did, but I just could not free myself up to really be able to do it.  I bought sketchbooks, I read books about it, I googled it...but the second my pen went to the page I froze. I could doodle, I could draw meaningless lines and write subpar poetry, but I just could not journal: creatively or otherwise.

I have two majors, one is Digital Communications, and the other is Art. One of my required courses for that major is a class called Visual Thinking. I was so excited for that class, until I heard my professor say the words creative journal and my stomach froze up in knots. In fact, I'm in my third week of class and my stomach is still in knots.

I had made a halfhearted attempt on one page when my friend Nicole made the 45 minute trek to come study with me. I was telling her about the class and she of course grabbed the journal to see it when I told her I hadn't really started yet. She asked why and I admitted I was scared to because I'm horrible at it. I got laughed at. And that laughter makes sense. Creativity can be more or less anything nowadays, so I can put anything in my journal, can't I? There is no right outcome.

I do have a few pages half finished, and I think I might be able to handle it, and possible enjoy the assignment now.

Source: via Molly on Pinterest
Source: via Molly on Pinterest

Some creative journaling via pintrest! ***none of these pics are my journal, just inspiration!!***

Source: via Molly on Pinterest

While I've been journaling away, I seem to have started listening to a lot of pop punk music, not really sure why considering my go to's have always been indie, folk, or psychadelic rock.
I've been really digging Man Overboard as of late.