It's not easy coming out from a rut. Not from lack of inspiration. Just plain lazy most of the time, or crazy worried about life.
A year has passed in our life here in Melbourne. I've accumulated more papers from my online shopping escapades but nothing to show. How sad is that? I am back to the olden times where I don't want to use my papers because I am not sure I can justify it's beauty with my layout. Back to old insecurities, I guess.
There were times when I would spread out the photos and papers but I would just stare at it. It's like I am willing myself to create an elaborate layout, something I would be able to brag here. Nothing came. I just packed it up again.
That's the story of my life these days. Wish my scissors has a mind of its own.