Somewhere stashed away, you can find stacks of notebooks, diaries, and journals from my past. I wouldn't call myself professional by any means, but I've always enjoyed writing. Something about being able to hold a book of compiled memories in my hand makes my whole soul light up with excitement.
I honestly can't think of a time that I didn't have some kind of notebook to jot down thoughts about my day, or what boy I was crushing on in elementary school. Every year, I could count on one of my birthday gifts to be a shiny new journal with some floral, sparkly, pattern on the cover (secretly, I think the reason why I rarely filled every page of a journal was due to some fancy cover that caught my eye at Walmart).
Bla Bla Bla hurry up and get to the juicy business already!
OK OK, don't get your granny panties in a knot. I'll be brutally honest. It wasn't that big of a deal. Don't get me wrong, as a fourth grader, I didn't know whether to pee my pants in fear or cry my eyes out.
We called it "The Notebook." Everyone on the playground knew of the 50 cent spiral notebook that I carried around. One day, I had this brilliant idea at recess to ask my fellow classmates who their crush was (haha...oh the life of a fourth grader). I figured I could collect some data, match up the possible lovebirds, and then write about my findings (apparently the teacher wasn't assigning us enough homework).
I was quite proud of my work, and surprised these kids openly shared their deep secrets (I'll admit, I may have bribed them a little; saying if their crush liked them back, I would let them know). Ha anyway, to cut to the chase, there just had to be that one obnoxious classmate who makes everything about them and tattled on me with some lie revolving The Notebook. The principal ripped up the notebook, threw it in the trash, and told me to find something else to write about.
Over the last couple of years, I think I have finally found a constructive way to organize all of my thoughts. The solution being, keep multiple journals. It's safe to say I have two by my side at all times; one for writing down daily activities and accomplishments, the other for random thoughts of mine that need to be organized on paper. Oh wait... then there is my Grateful Journal (I'll tell you about that on a different day)... so I guess that makes three. Oh.. and I suppose this blog counts as journal number four huh?.... As you can see, I have a problem (but I suppose if you have an addiction, writing ain't a bad thing right?).
The Struggle Is Real
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