Yes. I have a problem, and it’s time for a confession:
I am a notebook addict.
The addiction is tempered by my college student budget and penchant for buying coffee, books, and things I don’t need on Amazon. I don’t go shopping often, but when I do, I find myself wandering down too-familiar aisles, reaching for something new. Charming covers. Soft leather. Luxurious paper. Classy details. I’m drawn to them, and even before I own them, my mind spins with dreams of how I’ll fill them.
I have notebooks designated for a wide variety of uses. Journals. Daily notes. To-Do lists. School. Work. Inspiration. Writing.
The happy little books clutter my shelves and my heart with endless handwritten memories. Page after page filled with scribbles, sketches, and stains from carelessly sipped coffee or tea.
Some of my notebooks line my bookshelves, nightstand, and desk like devoted little soldiers, long after their pages have been filled. I pull them out occasionally to relive or remember. Others are thrown away when their usefulness has run it’s course.
As an aside: This post is prompted as I’m struggling to get rid of some of my old notebooks. Half used but well loved, they’ve taken up too large of a drawer for too long. Does anyone else develop attachments to journals? Apparently I do, because this weeding out process is difficult.
It helps that I know that next time I go shopping, I’ll end up with more notebooks in my cart, whether or not I intended it. I’ll give them a good home, and fill them with ideas and love.
Here’s a peek at some of my favorites!
A breathtaking leather notebook given to me by my boyfriend. He knows what I love!
Bold. Italian. A Christmas gift from my lovely friend Rachel.
A gift from my grandparents. It’s so beautiful and ethereal. I’m filling it with story inspiration!
A beautiful leather journal given to me for graduation by my youth pastor. “Smells like cow!”
A lovely, soft, Celtic notebook. Actually, this was given to my brother. He wouldn’t use it, so he gave it to me! Huzzah!
I bought this one for myself… because it’s a good reminder!
I haven’t found a use for this one yet, but I’ll get there. For now, it’s adorning my desk.
Plus many, many, many more.