I confess.....I am addicted to journals. There is nothing that gets me pumped up like an office supply store - the paper, the pens, the folders, the sticky notes, the blank pages screaming of possibilities. And having a new journal is like the crack cocaine of my habit. The fresh, clean pages just waiting to get started. I do have one small issue - I have about 20 journals that are about 1/4th of the way full. I get bored, or discouraged at my inconsistency. When I am in this funk, I will wander into a book store and suddenly I see them from across the crowded room - they are calling to me. The smell of the pages is intoxicating. The thoughts of the great things I could write if only I had this journal consume me. Ta heck with great literature, I'm gettin' me a book with nuthin' in it! Before I know it, cha ching! I own a new journal. Geesh - what is up with that? The honest truth is that my thoughts come so quickly that a handwritten journal is not very practical. I have tried to keep one using Word but haven't been consistent with that - eventually craving the handwritten touch and tactile sensation of writing in a journal.
I'm sick. Sick I tell you!