I don’t even know what this will be. Maybe nothing, maybe an outlet, maybe that push to write a book. All I know is that every new notebook holds that promise. The promise of it being an amazing testament to work I’ve completed, thoughts I’ve captured, ideas I hope to bring to life. Alas all that I ever seem to have though is that promise of the new notebook.
That perfect notebook I found at the local office supply store or a favorite treasure hunt spot. I see the beautiful cover, ornate and flawless, calling me to write on page after page. It feels romantic to look back on a filled notebook. Writings, images, inspirational quotes. But then what? I think that’s why I never actually get to that peaceful, satisfying moment of the complete promise. Nope that’s a lie. I love the idea. Just like organizing…I love the idea of it but don’t really want to DO it. I just want it to be done. Kind of a metaphor for my life. 🙂
Newly divorced, daughter in college, son in high school, working on my Masters…and now this. Feels oh so romantic right now! The promise of a new notebook has me inspired.