I have an unused journal from Venice, Italy. I bought it from a small shop on the Rialto bridge called Rivoaltus while wandering the streets, and bridges, alone. It's handmade from leather, dyed a deep blue and tied with string. It's one of my favorite purchases from Italy.
I bought it with the intentions of writing inspirational prose in it, yet every time I went to pick it up, I didn't feel inspired. Nothing I felt like writing was good enough for my journal. Nothing felt visionary, exciting. And as someone who keeps plenty of journals, I typically just picked up another old composition notebook and wrote my thoughts in that instead.
Today when I go home, I'm going to pull the journal out of my desk. I'm going to open it and write in it.
I finally feel inspired.
9 comments:
My blog turns into my little leather notebook now and then. Nothing stifles creativity like expectations - especially your own expectations.
:-) Inspiration is good.
I'm jealous that you've been to Venice - I wanna go there!
Remember when I used to be obsessed with buying journals? Not writing in them, just buying them. When I wanted to write, I'd pick up a spiral notebook. I totally understand that feeling of not having anything to write that is good enough for a beautiful journal.
Congrats on the sudden inspiration!
Oh I'm so glad you've turned that corner! Enjoy the inspiration!
I've had similar feelings about journals before. I'm glad you feel inspired! Time to clutter up the pages.
Does this mean less blogg'n?
Good plan! :D
This post just made me remember that I have a journal from Florence that has never been written in. I need to pick that back up!
Congrats, Lauren! That is such a priceless feeling. May you write your little heart out in that precious journal.
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