Thoughts about a New Journal

   A new journal.

  It can truly be a balm for the soul to unwrap the plastic fil, break the book open, and breathe in the new scent. Then to put fresh ink on is a new wonderful feeling. A smooth glide of the pen as it touches paper brings me hope. 

  All of this feels so trivial when it is a worn out journal. One that has been through the dust, the tears, and the other physical and emotional turmoil of life. The aged interior of an old journal makes a new journal seem like a transition or a rebirth. A new journal is a territory that must be explored, mapped down to the smallest thought, and studied with the stoic nature of an academic. 

  And then I stop and stare at my work and wonder how I will feel about it at the end of it. Will I have the same wonderlust? Will life pull me through the proverbial mud and my journal will feel as jaded as I will feel. It will be a mystery for now. Until then, let me press my pen to the new journal page. 

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