Whenever someone sees the amount of notebooks I have, they gave me a look – that sarcastic look accompanied by a raised eyebrow – and ask me “What are those? Journals?”
What’s wrong with that?! Why do they find journaling a childish thing to do? Do they feel too “mature” to use a notebook and a pen to write down their thoughts, to document their memories, to introspect? I find it silly to constantly show off on social media, usually portraying a fake image of yourself. At least, through journaling, I’m staying true to myself. I find writing one of the most pleasant activities to do in your spare time or any other time, for that matter.
Anyway, I noticed I have very few blank pages left in my current notebook – in which I began writing in January 2020 – and whenever I start a new one, I write a short quote or line on the first page that describes the mood or the state of my mind.
In 2020 I wrote:
The trouble is, you think you have time…
And that’s exactly what I struggled with last year: almost all pages are filled with feelings of regret for wasting my time instead of taking control over my own life and take the decisions I overly postponed, mostly because I was scared.
For this new notebook I wrote:
Consider the price of inaction
I believe it tells everything that’s going on in my life right now. I realized that instead of being terrified of failing, I should rather be afraid of living with the regret of never even trying. Dreams are made to be chased. How can you manifest something in your life if you don’t act?
I really love those with the black cover or the cats, but they are difficult to find at my local bookstore. They are from Jingu Stationery and if I order them online it can get pretty expensive for my wallet.
And this is my last journal and how the written pages look like:
What’s your guilty pleasure? Do you have things you collect and could never live without? What is your favorite way of spending your spare time?