When I first started my art journal it was just something I was inspired to do by my friends. It was something I wanted to try and an opportunity to craft outside my comfort zone. In time, I realized that my art journal was also a great way to dial it down a notch on the stress meter.
I’ve been working really hard at trying to de-stress myself when I start to feel anxiety bubbling within. Exercise is a great way to work it out (pun mildly intended), but I’m not so good at dropping everything to take a jog with my Mii, nor will I probably ever be. I *can* usually talk myself into picking up a watercolor crayon or paintbrush, though, and so my art journal has become not a work of art, but a calming escape – a place to play and be blissfully imperfect.
This is a habit I have no desire to break.