my journal and i

You see, we have an intersting relationship, she and I. See here. And here, just a few weeks later. And, to be quite honest, my journal writing since has been pretty non-existent. So much for that relationship...just a good intention gone wrong.

What is it about this lack of motivation? (do you ever get it too?) When I got stuck writing throughout elementary school I would go out and beg my mom to buy me a new Lisa Frank pencil. Or, in high school, a sparkly gel pen. Or, in college, a fine-tipped Sharpie. Anything to help me get the juices flowing.

This time...well, I needed a different inspiration (because Spotty Dotty hasn't been cutting it since 2nd grade, gel pens are out, and my budget doesn't allow for new sharpies every week). Something simple, something pretty, something that can sit right on my new (to me) mint green night stand, something that doesn't pressure me to write daily, something that I can make lists in (oh, how I love listing), something that makes me smile, something that motivates me to keep track of everyday joys.

Many applied for the job, but this flowery beauty was the winner.

So, dear journal, shall we give it another go? You be you, I'll be me, and when we meet up we'll have a good time. No pressure to move to the next step. No real commitment, just a date now and then. Yep...sounds good to me.

We'll be in touch.