I finished "January" today. Very liberating. Instead of being shackled by indecision and doubt, agonizing over the perfect composition, I simply grabbed a few bits that I could, and assembled the page, inbetween minding Master Two. I know it's not perfect. And I have to remind myself that the process is just as important as the outcome (if not more so). And so I find myself ready to hand over my journal for our swap, satisfied with my creative process, and rearing to go for "February".
Pen and pastel chalk