This is the official end of Wreck This Journal. It isn't the end of my journey with it though.
The last couple of weeks I havn't spent as much time on it, other things have been calling me. The journal is still on my desk though. There are things I have done and not scanned, not shared. There are more things to do that I have planned in my head.
I may do them, I may not.
Other things are stirring... I have started writing. Not since a child have I done this.
I think my beginning of WTJ was the thing I learnt the most from.
I learnt nothing is ever so broke it can't be made beautiful.
I learnt I am far braver and have far more gusto than I give myself credit for. Maybe I don't actually creep passively through life. Maybe I have forgotten all the tough decisions, the wild changes. Maybe just because I don't wish to turn my life on it's head right now, doesn't mean I have become passive, weak and cowardly.... I am just making different choices right now.
Art is play and play is art. It doesn't matter what you do as long as you let yourself out to play regularly....
T is for TECHO and Trivia
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