Raisca's Ramblings

This past week I went to a journaling workshop. 

Did I need a workshop on journaling? No. But I wanted to socialize a bit, meet new people. And meeting people with remotely the same interests is pretty hard, so this was a nice opportunity. 

But I kept telling myself I shouldn't waste money. That is would end late and I'd get sleepy and I'd still have to drive home. That I'd probably not fit in, that I'd feel out of place - as it tends to happen - that it wouldn't be worth it.

I forced myself to go anyway. 

Did learn anything new? No. 
Did I click with the people there? No really. Maybe just a little bit with one or two.

Was it worth it?

Well, it wasn't not worth it. The feeling of inadequacy was still there, but I didn't feel that out of place, honestly. There might be a seed there somewhere that has the potential to grow. Maybe. 

There's also a collage group happening weekly in the "big city". I've also been flirting with the idea of going for ages now. 

I hate going to the big city. I have to take the car to the city, pay for parking (I'm not even sure I can pay for more than 2 hours at once, which wouldn't be enough, and then I'm not nearby to put in more money), and then pay for public transports to get to the place. And pay for the collage event, of course (which I'm not against, don't get me wrong). It's a lot of paying for this and that and going to a place I don't like. And honestly, every time they share photos the table is a huge mess of papers which also doesn't feel very appealing. So that one probably won't happen any time soon. I'd like to meet collage people in real life, but mmm'yeh no. -_-'