I love the promise of a new journal.
Closing the back cover of the old me, opening to a brand-new, impeccably perfect page to begin anew.
It’s enough to make me dizzy with hope, especially now with 2012 closing in at a rapid-fire pace.
I saw a lot of changes in my life with Journal No. 21, which took more a year and a half to finish, making it one of my slowest journaling times ever.
Some of those changes were amazing, like finding the kind of fella I’ve been waiting for and developing and loving our nuclear family of four (well, six if you count the bearded dragons I now call my pets), getting my promotion to The Editrix and a million other happy things.
We’ve survived (knock wood) illness, long distance and other things that have made us stronger in the long run, and through it all – good and bad – my journal du jour and blue PaperMate pen have been there documenting it.
For whom, besides me, I don’t know.
But I do know that without these pages on which to dream, scream, cry, laugh and most of all, remember, I don’t know what I would do.
Or who I would even be.
(photos taken with my iPhone’s Instagram app)