It’s one of those rare rainy afternoons in Los Angeles. There’s nothing like curling up with a good book by a window on a day like today, which I fully intend to do after sharing with you pictures I took of a relic resurrected from my arsenal of high school journals.
Last week, Decor8 posted about the importance of keeping a journal for inspiration, and one of the examples listed was an art journal. It compelled me to find the one I kept when I was a senior in high school … and now I’m inspired to make a new one!
My 17-year-old self’s art journal is full of magazine clippings, photos, doodles, poetry and lyrics I found meaningful at the time. On one page I clipped an ad that says “Your dream is to ____.” I filled it in with: “achieve the goals I set out to accomplish.” It’s a good reminder, is it not? Even my 17-year-old self knew that dreams were 1% inspiration, 99% perspiration.
My 17-year-old self was also deeply involved in music. Here, what a “Simon & Garfunkel” song looked like in my mind.
Beatlemania.
Again.
And again. My obsession with the Fab Four transcends space and time.
