The journaling reads:
I love scrapbooking. I know that different people have different opinions about it and I don’t care to change anyone’s beliefs or stereotypes. I just know that, for me, it’s a wonderful way to spend my time. I love taking pictures, I love preserving our memories, and I love playing with pretty paper and embellishments. I’m pretty sure I will do this forever.
Recently, I’ve also begun playing around with fabric and stitching and doing collages. It’s not as much for memory-preservation and I don’t really have a good “excuse” for doing it but I’ve realized that it makes me happy. Sitting at my table and touching all the different textures, creating with needle and thread, using my sewing machine, and just enjoying the process gives me a lot of peace. It makes me happy. It calms me. I can do it for hours on end without noticing the passage of time. I’ve realized this is not for memory-keeping but it’s for something just as important: my soul.
Creating art makes me happy and brings my soul the peace and calm it needs so very much.
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