Happy Spring Motherfuckers.

We all reinvent ourselves. And usually this reinvention is accompanied by something symbolic, like a drastic hair cut, or some crazy new style which declares to the world "i am different now", and for me, my reinvention has always come in the form of a new journal. The change is usually sublte, maybe even unnoticable to others, but each journal marks the awakening of a new self for me. The happiness that evades me suddenly seems so tangible! My ideal self seems so possible! The blank pages seem to offer me the opportunity to craft my own destiny. I even broke from my traditional black hardcover sketch book, and got an adorable little book with flowers on all of the pages. Let's see what blooms! (Pun totally intended)