As you guys know, I am in a war with social media. Which is ironic given my brand. But I'm trying my best to limit the amount of time I am on social media, and one way I'm doing that is through my book journal, like I told you all before.

This year, I stopped using Goodreads the way I used to and started tracking my reading in a physical book journal instead. It feels good to track things in an analog way.

I do try to journal creatively, looking up Pinterest inspo and trying to recreate it in my own style. But I’m not going to lie… it’s not super aesthetic. Well, not all of it.

Some pages are creative, feel like me, and are super pretty. Other pages are… flops. And it’s okay.

The picture above is one of my favorites.

I’m learning to just accept it and move on instead of trying to make everything perfect. I’m taking the layouts I don’t like as learning curves and trying to do better next time.

Currently, I think I finally found a layout that works for me. But more than that… I’ve found joy and peace in slowing down and just getting my thoughts out on the page.

I don’t know how to explain it, but sitting at my table, cutting papers and picking out different colors, printing images I think would go well on the spread… it’s healing something in me.

And after I finish decorating and journaling, I feel calm. Like… really calm.

And I’m lowkey proud of myself for creating something with my hands again. It feels like my own little masterpiece. Both the nice aesthetic spreads and the not-so-nice ones.

This year I've read 17 books far.