Wreck This Journal Breakin On Through to the Other (Fun!) Side

Wreck This Journal Breakin On Through to the Other (Fun!) Side I know Ive had issues. I know Ive had fear. I know Ive been missing weeks being down on myself been wearing my poopypants. I know. Its been sucky and lame-o for me, too. But no more. Wrecking my journal is not a chore. Its not a scary monster out to make me feel dumb. It is an instrument for freedom, and creativity, fun. I started here, at this fun/silly/messy place, but came to a complete stop at one point or another. So, in order to start again, I didnt just do whatever a random page told me to do like I said Id do in my last post but instead, I hand-picked my fun. What looks like fun?, I asked myself. Oh, this page where you sample substances in your home based on color. Lets see what I haveoh, some sunscreen some lotion, Ill finger paint that on ( call the mess in the middle sunotion)and oh, theres obviously some red wine red wine vinegar, so Ill pour that onThe red wine vinegar isnt showing up as red! Huh! Oh well, thats weird. Now I have this honey for a yellowish color a few drops of this vanilla to blen-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!   Thats when the entire bottle of vanilla poured onto the book, because, uh, I bake so often that I (didnt at all, in any way shape or form) realized that the bottle of vanilla didnt have a top to contain it in any way, so when you pour it out you pour it out. And yknow what? I was thrilled. I laughed took in the overwhelming odor of vanilla-y goodness that was my journal, and loved how it soaked through almost every page. To caption it, I wrote Aah! Vanilla spill! Yummy messy smelly fun! And I was off and running. From glitter glue drops.: to circling words I like in a random page from a magazine (and yes, whore is circled. I happen to like that word as a word).: to actually opening the set of watercolors I got from the dollar store weeks ago after my last session with my coach inspired me to paint my sign: to pasting a random page from a newspaper (I even closed my eyes and everything, but it must have been camelot* that made me pick not only the real estate section, but the Brooklyn apartment listings, which is where were thinking of buying an apartment): Now my journal doesnt close. And smells like vanilla. And has an empty pack of gum sticking out of it, which can be seen no matter what page youre on. And I love it. I know that The Next Chapter closes this chapter in a week, and I have a feeling that, with the way my coaching has blown up (Ive gone from 2 clients/wk to 5, with 2 on the way a group coaching session starting Thursday!), I aint gonna be done when everyone else is. But Im making a promise to all yall and to myself when I say that Im gonna keep on wrecking, and keep on documenting it here for the world to witness me, playing, making a mess, painting, wrecking, having fun. * If you now have the title song from Camelot, or any song from Camelot in your head, award yourself 10 musical theater points.