Goodbye to the 2020 Journal
Today I carried out a yearly tradition: saying goodbye to my previous weekly journal and welcoming the next.
The 2020 journal was an interesting one, for all the obvious reasons I guess: Unlike its predecessors, the journal was not full to the brim with plane tickets, concert stubs and other fun adventures. These were replaced with many entries about walks around the neighbourhood, what I cooked or what I watched, together with COVID related illustrations I cut from magazines.
Despite its lack of content, I am particularly attached to this journal because it was the only one I filled in so regularly. Looking back at the week on Sundays, and making some entries, even if they were just doodle attempts, became a way to differentiate one week from the next. The passage of time, which seemed so irregular and out of touch, became a reality largely thanks to this ritual and for that, I will forever be grateful for this little black journal.