Dusting Off Passions

Now that I no longer shop for fun or sell off clutter, I have a good extra two hours of my day back. Quadruple that time during the weekends.

Ever since I was a girl, putting pen to paper has been my hobby. Whether it's drawing, writing, or doodling, that connection is something mystical I can't explain.

It's just there.

However, instead of journaling or drawing, I fell into a trap of collecting and buying planners. To use, of course. Get my life together. Gorgeous rare leather beauties which would hold my most revered desires. 

The problem? I spent too much time oogling others' word shrines and not making my own!

A slight financial hiccup fairly recently made me face facts--I needed the money much more than the planners. I sold all of them (except one, which I will tackle during Spring Break). But the truth is I wasn't USING them.

Seeing them get packaged up and sent off brought such a sense of relief to me. I didn't have to worry about getting an ink stain on them or having them damaged in my bag. I relish in the free space they once occupied. I'll admit, I found two new binders at the thrift store which aren't nearly as fancy, but they work. And if I need to replace them, for less than $5 and a few trips to various thrift stores, I'd find something suitable. 

But during that initial selling phase, I was sad. I needed to emote. Enter pen and paper. Once my hand was able to crank out all my jumbly, tumbly thoughts, my life has a sense of calm, peace, and a new clarity has arisen which stalking other's Instagram accounts never gifted me.

Now that all of your clutter is gone, what former passion are you ready light and stoke the flames?