I have always loved notebooks. The first one I ever owned was a black pocket notebook, that I got from my grandparents on my tenth birthday. I was so happy. Wrote three incredibly cocky pages, and then I… stopped. I am not quite sure why. Still wanted to get another notebook though, haha!
I actually did not start journaling until two years ago, in 2015. It all began with a Moleskine. I had read some reviews, and I just had to get one. And, once I had one, I wanted to write. I did not know what though – it is always difficult to start. There is something about those blank pages that can be both exciting and daunting. But I really, really wanted to write. So, I did some journal prompts, made some to-do list, started writing daily entries and suddenly I was stuck. Haha! I think I finished that first notebook in one month. So I bought another. Then another. Aaand another… I have bought way too many notebooks, haha. Small, big, fancy, simple, branded and unbranded. Some gorgeous leather ones. I like them all.
I do not know, there is just something so… nice about notebooks. Empty, blank notebooks that are full of possibilities. Used ones that are full of memories. It is, well, nice.
I also feel like writing in a notebook is so beneficial for ones health, memory, and general well-being. To be able to write down everything, anything you want… It is therapeutic, in a way. Calming. Especially if it is in a nice journal, haha!
For an outsider, it might seem a bit crazy. And yeah, okay, maybe it is. A bit. But everybody has got at least some kind of hobby, right?
So I will continue adding to my collection. Gotta catch ’em all, you know. 😉 Haha.
Bye, for now!