Well over a year ago, maybe even two, my husband bought me this fantastic journal! I LOVE it! In fact, I love it SO much that it has remained in the plastic wrappings all this time. Nothing I can think of is good enough, worthy enough, to go in it. From time to time I pull it out and admire it, think about writing/drawing in it. . .nope, I put it away again.
So a month or so ago, Dennis took me to the store and had me pick out a journal I would write in. I browsed and felt so many nice ones. But, I ended up picking the exact same one again, thinking that if I had two of them, I would be able to bring myself to write in one.
I have taken one of them out of the wrappings. . .but I still cannot think of anything I can possibly do that will be worthy enough. . .sigh . . . the weirdness of being me.
