I didn’t plan to make a new journal for the new year. In fact, I’ve been in a creative slump for a long while — the kind where you want to make something, but everything feels heavy, overthought, or like it needs a purpose before you even begin. On New Year’s Eve, something shifted. Instead of reaching for “good” supplies or a fresh notebook, I grabbed packing paper . The kind you normally throw away. I let myself be loose. Messy. Unprecious. I used whatever was already on m