I believe notebooks are friends. I spend a lot of time sharing my inner thoughts with and in mine. I can do this because of the safety, freedom and flexibility the blank page offers. My words fill the pages with all their honesty and openness. It feels like an escapism, as I am transported into the space of whatever I am sharing.
When I encourage others, including my young students to keep a diary, I try to explain to them how it feels to have a diary or a notebook and what you are able to do in them. I convince them by telling them how my notebooks carry my words, experiences, memories and anything in between.
I really wish I had an artistic streak in me. I would have made my pages so stunning that they would be able to extend my stories. I have recently looked through some of my old notebooks and read some of my thoughts from years ago. Sometimes, I could not believe I wrote them as they read so beautifully. Other times I had used words that I did not realise I had used before. All of that encourages me now to capture even more.
This summer, my phone blacked out and I lost many special memories captured on my phone, that were not backed-up, for a few months on my i-cloud. Fortunately, I had sent copies of some of the important photos to my family, so that helped. Capturing memories or notebooking feels like taking photographs, they help revive the stories especially those missed. Some of those stories I definitely do not want to lose.
This is a reminder to continue storing, capturing and writing my stories. These past few days, I have not written much, but I have so much to record and I hope to make the time to do that. One day I will read them and reminisce about my travels during the summer of 2026.


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