old words

Every now and then I look through my old blog, Bangs Are Better Than BOTOX. It started on Blogspot and ended on Wordpress. It wasn't a ding on BOTOX or anything like that; it was attempting to show that sometimes the simpler choice (bangs) can be better than the more complex (fillers, plastic surgery, etc).

It's fun for me to look at old words I wrote. Sometimes it's a bit cringey, too--like flipping through high school yearbooks--but overall, I enjoy the visit.

There's something to journaling whether it’s a private notebook or on a blog or newsletter or social media post. I love that friends still post pix of food they've made (and not only because it sometimes inspires our dinner). I like taking a peek into their minds and what they decided to record to look back on.

I have a million notebooks and journals waiting to be filled. I even sell them in my tiny shop. Pens and paper give me such a thrill. Office and art supply stores… yeah, I love them like I love bookstores and libraries.

It's the feeling that something is about to happen that sends adrenaline (or something closer to magic) straight to my heart and mind. What's going to happen because someone bought that giant Sharpie? What are they doing with that ultra-fine green pen? Oh! They bought a set of watercolors! And then I want the giant Sharpie, ultra-fine green pen, and set of watercolors. If I were a different person, I would give them a card with my information and ask if they could send me an update so we could compare.