On the way home from work, I planned on writing in my actual journal. There were a lot of thoughts and worries running in my head and I needed to sort them out by writing them down. Those are personal thoughts and not really fun which is why I am not posting them here. haha. No worries. These are good stresses… or at least I think it is.
After doing all the routine once I arrived home, I sought out for my journal. Huh… Where did I last hide you? I don’t write as often as I did anymore. Maybe it’s because nothing much had been happening lately. No thoughts to be sorted out. No real big news to share. Until now anyway. I couldn’t find it, so I’ve decided to just go to my next plan for tonight: choose an office-use-only notebook. I store all of my stash of notebooks in just one place. I know where to look for them. Easy enough.
I actually love notebooks! Even the ones with plain and boring covers. The texture/feel of the paper makes up for the covers. With that, I have several under-used and unused notebooks. Much to my surprise, I had one not so plain-looking underused notebook with scrap papers inserted between the pages. The papers’ layouts were in landscape. I was about to ignore them when I had read this exact line:
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when it happened….” (just in case my you can’t read my handwriting.)
