the magic of beginnings
It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.— Meister Eckhart
What makes beginnings so magical?
Is it the excitement of trying something new? Or the anticipation of whats to come? What if you’ve already done this thing and are starting over? Is that equally as exciting? Is it different?
I honestly have not a damn clue what makes beginnings so freaking magical, exciting, and wonderful. I remember the anticipation of the first day of school and how excited I was to be going back. This was an excitement that I relived for twelve years in a row, and yet somehow each year was just as thrilling as the one before. I can’t possibly tell you why; it was just something that was.
Even as an adult, beginnings still have that allure. I absolutely love the beginnings of adventures. I become quite excited and nervous at the start of a trip to somewhere new. And unlike the first day of school, revisiting an old city from before is never as thrilling as it was the first time. Yet while that beginning is different, it still holds that unspeakable magic.
I often miss the beginnings of things I’ve done. Like when I first started this blog. That feeling I got when I went to write up a new post was just so wonderful and pure. The way I was working through my thoughts and feelings and how I curated it all in this little home of mine on the web was just so awesome. And that’s all I can say really; it was awesome. Amazing. It’s a nostalgia I feel sometimes when I see what my blog has evolved into. I sometimes miss when I would just post a quote and jot my little thoughts about it, and I wonder if I can ever get back that blog naivety. It just seemed so authentic in the beginning and I do feel like my current blog posts are missing that.
And it’s the same with my scrapbooking and journaling. While I appreciate that I’ve grown as a memory keeper and artist, and my work has gotten exceptionally better, I still miss those beginnings where I had to figure everything out. The act of creating a little minibook was just so pure and playful. Keeping that first art journal was just so much fun. And while I still immensely enjoy creating minibooks and art journaling those first times will always be the most satisfying.
So I’ve decided to go back to my journaling beginning where I kept a journal that held both my thoughts and my art. I’ve been art journaling for a very long time and I’ve realized that while there art is there, the journaling is not there so much. And I miss that. I know that words are hard–especially the most truthful ones–but I really want to push myself and get those thoughts out of me like I used to. I’ve been feeling they’ve been missing for a while now and I’m determined to get back to writing them.
The art part is fun, but the journaling part is what I think gives the art a meaning for me. I want to tap into all of these bottled up thoughts and feelings of mine and lay my journey down on paper. So that way I can come back to this beginning and see how much I’ve grown.