Month: April 2012

Journaling is something I’ve been doing since I first held a pencil and learned to put a sentence together. I never took a writing class, but I’ve been writing all my life–I have personal journals, travel journals, idea journals, gratitude journals, scrapbooks, sketchpads, notepads, along with a multitude of random bits of scribbled and doodled on pieces of paper. Writing and designing to me are no different, just varying forms coming from the same impetus to express and share. Here’s an entry from my old journal that I’m re-posting as it pretty much sums up what I’ve been feeling (again) these days… ——- (First posted in 2008) It’s been nine years since my ‘sabbatical’, since the fork in the road that diverged my path down a parallel reality where no roads existed.  But before that came the restlessness, the inner rumblings that made its way outward, propelling the change. I’ve stood on shifting sands since then, learning to find my balance, discovering how to ride the movements of the ground like a wave.  Growth is inescapable, but in a world dead-set on predictability and stability, growth seems like the forebearer of chaos.  It shakes our foundations and erodes our ideas of ourselves, turning us, if momentarily, into shape-shifters. Rock-solid means nothing when the grounds decide to move, and the inevitability of this change is predictable–so ironically, there is stability...