For the past few years I have had an obsession with buying journals. I have spent countless hours finding journals I think are pretty and have spent more than enough of my money on them. But I get these pretty journals home and I don’t write a thing in them. I look at them and think my words are not enough to fill the empty pages. I look at them and think one day my life will be exciting enough to make a journal interesting. Someday I will live a life that I will want to read about later. But isn’t the little things that make something interesting? When you read a book isn’t it the characters everyday life that make us love them more. Some day when I look back at my life it won’t be the time I jumped out of a plane that I want to read about because it isn’t something you forget easily. It’s the days I spent with my family and friends, the times I sat doing absolutely nothing and laughed like crazy, the seconds I did something silly just for the fun of it that may not feel significant in the moment but will be times I want to read about when I get older.
When I write in my journal this upcoming year it will probably be the most exciting journal I ever write, but hopefully not because of the big things, but because of the people I meet and the everyday things that will impact me. So starting now I will look at those journals and know that whatever is happening right now is as interesting as the cover of the journal. It’s the pages inside the book that make it exciting and I have an exciting story to tell!
