I had a journal last year that I never wrote in, this was a huge failure in my mind. I felt like a failure because the plan was to write a new page of a story in the journal and at the end of the year I would have a 365 page novel.

Well, that fell off about February because I had way too many thoughts in my head. I couldn’t sort them out and my mind was jumbled. I also went through some pretty bad depression last year.

I almost gave up on all the things I do creatively because I thought they should be profitable for me by now. I kicked myself for not pursuing things when I was younger. I was surrounded by toxic people then.

I’m in a much better place now and you can’t change the past.

So, now I am trying to make something out of my future. It’s never too late.

I tore out the first 137 pages of my 2024 journal and the front cover and shredded the whole thing. Now I am making a picture out of them called, The First 137 Days of 2024. Here is my progress on that, and one thing I am glad about is writing in different colors. It made a better picture.