By Maryanna Gabriel
It all started when the red dye on the cover of my journal rubbed off and I had to clean the couch. The next thing I knew, I was madly tearing up paper in a rather artistic way.
Gee, I get to cut, and glue, and play with scissors. I love it. Sometimes a busy brain needs to rest and doing creative journaling is doing the job. So far I have invested in wavy scissors, stickers and washi tape. Washi tape? I know - I'd only heard of it vaguely too and now I am gonzoed on the stuff. As if this investment was not enough, I hanker for more. Punches. Stamps. Ribbons. There is no end in sight.
I want to play! Maybe this is what happens after 73,000 carefully curated words.