Still no camera or scanner in working order. But I did make 31 index cards in January (and so did my mom!).
I’ve had better months, but I’ve also had worse, so I’m not gonna complain. (Much.) I’m trying to think of the index cards as being like taking my meds — I don’t always want to do it, and if I miss a day it’s not the end of the world, but I really will feel better and more able to cope if I keep up with it.
I’m trying to get back into art journaling too. It’s hard. I feel like I’m always forgetting how to do it — the way I’ve forgotten how to write creatively — and have to keep re-learning, which is infinitely frustrating. Some days I feel almost like I’ve got it together, and then the next day I’m feeling desperate and trapped and incompetent again.
But I made it through January, one card at a time. Now I just have to make it through February.