Notebooks pull my heart strings.
I am a highly disorganized person. I make
plans as I go, pick random choices, and misplace stuff often. My passwords are a
set of ineffable characters – just because.
Stories of people are etched in my brain but details of
tasks simply elude me. I need notes.
That’s why notebooks pull my heart strings. Taking down
notes is my defense against my own, messy self. Posted below are just some of my
favorite journals I kept over the years (Yes, some are Barbie-covered tomes).
We are all differently wired. Some are anal, others are
neurotic. What matters are not the psychoses we are born with but the efforts
we make to balance those compulsions. Let not our brand of oddities get in the
way of our goals.
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