I keep my words
I would be willing to wager, were I a betting blogger, that I have more journals than you.
Twenty-seven at last count, when I rounded up all I could find in order to prove it.
My family and friends know I love journals and they give them to me all the time.
I'd no more dream of being without a journal by my side and in my purse than I'd contemplate going without Chap Stick Candy Cane.
Not going to happen.
Once, years ago, I wrote an entire long poem during a wedding. I was sitting there listening to the couple exchange vows when inspiration struck.
What are you going to do? Reach for your journal, is what.
My kids and TG are familiar with my rummaging in my purse during church when, in the course of the service, a thought strikes me which I figure may change the course of the world, so I'd better write it down.
Many is the time I have my journal and pen on the pew beside me with my Bible -- no; I don't take notes in church so it's not for that -- to spare myself and those sitting with me the part where I dig for my journal.
Why is this so important? You may ask.
It probably wouldn't be of grave import -- in fact, the likelihood of my thoughts being earth-shattering are slim to none -- if I neglected to write something down.
But it's therapeutic.
Even though sometimes it's no more than a shopping list or a raft of to-dos.
Not really all that mysterious. My memory isn't what it used to be.
Some of my journals have been in my possession for decades. Some are fancy; some are plain. I have journals in small, medium, and large sizes. Some have lined paper while in others the paper is a clean, blank canvas.
I have black journals, brown journals, gold journals, and brightly-colored journals.
Some feature words, pictures, and various media. Most have ribbons inside, to mark your place.
Several have handy elastic bands to keep them closed. A few are embossed.
A number of them are mere cardboard, some on a wire spiral. I have -- and love -- moleskines. I have steno pads and cheap composition books from the dollar store.
I also have a few cherished real leather journals.
I need them all. I'd be lost without them. They're somewhere safe to keep my words.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Wednesday
Reader Comments (4)
You would win that wager if it was against me, because I have none. You have more words than I do though! :)
Seriously though, I bet they are fun to read though later and they will be a treasure for your kids someday.
@Mari ... I don't know. These may have to go straight to the Library of Congress. Haaahahaha xoxo
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you ONLY have 27 journals?
Of course, I am much older than you so that is why I have more.
3 from high school, stored at the bottom of the plastic bin and then 45 piled on top, with 3 more "recent" ones I haven't put in the box.
In a way, I fear my daughter's reading them...in a way I hope they do, especially the years when they were teens. Maybe they would realize why I told them "No", or warned them about certain things.
A couple of years ago, I re-read all of them and thought there were some I should have thrown away, but....................they are still in the box, on the uppermost, dusty shelf of the office closet.
When you said, " I would be willing to wager, were I a betting blogger, that I have more journals than you," I said, "No way>" Then I read......27.....when I count them I will let you know. The time of year when school notebooks are on sale, I come home with at least 5. Some have different sections for different topics so I would have to count each section, right? Ha! Ha!