When I started this art journal it was with the intention of being open, honest and whole about my life. To not separate or divide my life into little boxes for different circles of community.
I don’t know what your experience is this holiday but I’m not doing well. I am reaching out to some people so this isn’t a cry for help but rather just an attempt to say that if you are feeling unwell you are not alone.
For me I don’t know if it is the pandemic, quarantine Christmas, or the stresses that are just part of my life (or a combination of all those things).
I’m tired of people pointing out the silver linings, posting photos of their fun creative ways they are weathering these “unprecedented times.” I’m tired of being afraid of not saying the right thing. I’m tired of people talking about the importance of taking care of your mental health while shaming people who break public health rules to keep sane and safe.
I’m tired. I’m sore. I’m angry. I’m shaky. I’m sad. I don’t feel well and I don’t have to pretend.
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It has been a long time since I got pencil crayons as a present. These “chubby” pencils make me feel like a kid when I hold them. They take me back to the feeling of drawing and doodling for just the fun of it. 
I love Christmas music.I like listening listening to it, but I especially love playing Christmas music for people. This is the first year in 10 years I don’t have 4 Sundays to lead music at 
Randell Neudorf 