We tend to shape our memories of them based on the limited time we spend with them—and our memories of them, over time, will be replaced with one single word, one single interaction, or one single feeling.
I took up a personal journaling project this week: writing a love letter to myself before bed. I work on a thin A6-size handmade paper journal I got from a paper artist, Els. The journal is thin and small enough, so it doesn't overwhelm me. It feels like I am only going to work on a small project.
Standing up for yourself does not have to look aggressive. It does not have to feel like a fight. It's not always about convincing others or explaining yourself and your decisions with the hope that everyone else understands or accepts your choice.
I am an Indonesian writer/artist/illustrator and stationery web shop owner (Cafe Analog) based in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. I love facilitating writing/creative workshops and retreats, especially when they are tied to self-exploration and self-expression. In Indonesian, 'beradadisini' means being here. So, here I am, documenting life—one word at a time.
met berpuasa y,kawan
maafkan jika ada salah
salam hangat dari blue
Selamat puasa semuanya 😀
*uhuk* tahun ini gambarnya udah berdua. pengen liat momon pake peci 😀
*ketik ulang :)*
ah iya, lupa smalam ndak sekalian ngucapin ini ya, selamat berpuasa, mohon maaf lahir dan batin ya
tidak lupa sebelumnya.. mohon maaf atas segala kesalahan..memasuki bulan ramadhan dengan penuh ridho dan ampunanNya
met puasaa 🙂