I have this compulsive tendency to compartmentalize my journals: I like to keep techniques, themes, and sometimes even color palettes consistent throughout a single journal. This is why I have more than a dozen journals in progress. So when I started this sketching journal, my first impulse was to fill it only with sketches - no playing around, no experimenting, no sampling - this was going to be my "good" journal. I planned on putting all that other stuff in a less important, less precious book.
Luckily, being confined to the couch made it impractical to have stacks of journals next to me so I had to set aside my discomfort and just make use of the journal I had in front of me. Does it bother me to have these artistic digressions alongside my "pretty," completed pages? Well, admittedly, it is hard to loosen my iron grip on the content and "look" of my journals. However, I am continually striving to relax, to let go of that drive towards perfection. In all aspects of my life, I absolutely need to reduce the amount of pressure I put on myself; my health circumstances alone demand it. I think my journals are a great place to begin working towards that goal.
This kind of sketching also lends itself to less-than-perfect pages. I have thrown out the notion of pencil "predrawing" and draw only in pen. If I bobble a line, I either ignore my "mistake" and proceed blindly onward or I add the "correct" line right alongside the oopsy one. And let me just say, that credit for this change in approach goes directly to Mary Ann Moss, headmistress of Sketchbookery and many other fabulous classes. I've never been very good at fearlessness in art but Miss Moss has taught myself and many others to just begin, to stumble along joyfully, and to trust that all will be well in the end. I am hoping this mindset will spill over into other areas of my life as I doodle my world in my journal.