It happens every so often that things in our lives change. We have once again come to that bittersweet moment in my life when I must put away a notebook filled with my thoughts, my passions, my fears, and open the cover on a new era in my life.
It's an exciting prospect, opening a new book with its creamy white pages. Fresh. New. Unsullied. Waiting to be filled with my inspirations, reflections, dreams, and hopes for the future. Yet, this excitement is tinged with a hint of sadness, as I must set aside an old friend. It has been my constant companion this last year and a half. But now, its pages are full. The old must give way to the new.
In time, the new will touch my heart the way the old has. But for now, I must mourn.
Just a bit.
I've always had a thing for writing tools. Pens, notebooks, fake leather journals with ribbon markers. When I was younger, I collected them like some people collect baseball cards. I seldom wrote in them. Somehow, I didn't want them to lose their newness. I haven't changed that much. I still have a thing for notebooks and pens. I still collect them.
I was looking for a new blogging notebook last week. Now, this is not as easy as it sounds. It can't be just any old notebook. It has to be one that reaches out and grabs me, and says, "Here I am. Here is your heart." A blogging notebook also carries the added restriction that it must fit inside my lunch kit.
This one reached out and grabbed me.
This one said, "Here I am. Here is your heart." This one I fell in love with. This one didn't fit inside my lunch kit.
I bought it anyway.
Because that's just who I am.