The impulse to write is not one that is easily manipulated. Anyone who’s ever tried to write anything will tell you that. When something wants to, or needs to, be written there’s no stopping it. It nags and claws until it forces us to put it down for others to see. But that impulse doesn’t always include a starting point. Sure, we might have the idea itself, but how the idea gains coherence is our responsibility. And lucky us.
Add to that the impossibility of a first page, and the task at hand becomes phenomenally difficult. There is something alluring about the purchase of a new journal, a new place to put ideas, a new place to be something new. And there is always the potential that with each new journal we begin we will become better. Better writers, better readers, better versions of ourselves. More honest versions of ourselves. The possibility is there if only we will embrace it.
But what happens when we accumulate too many different vessels of possibility? Do we experience the pen-and-ink equivalent of an identity crisis? Do we become overwhelmed by the limitless possibilities we’ve allowed ourselves by virtue of each journal? Do we become less productive as the result of so much promise?
Or does each book contain different aspects of our personalities? For example, perhaps the sixty-nine cent spiral-bound notebook contains our minimalist thoughts, the ones we have when we’re put out with the world for being so materialistic. And maybe the fifty-dollar leather-bound journal embodies the thoughts we have when we’ve finished a volume of Shakespeare or Chaucer or something with equal literal weight. The small canvas-covered one positively exudes our words in praise of positivity, and the one with The Beatles on the cover, well, that one’s just for fun.
Some of them are too pretty, too delicate, too important, just too too to tarnish with our humble words, and some have been filled to their absolute last page. Regardless of the type of journal or notebook, the possibilities are never limited based on abundance of choice. The possibilities are only increased for different parts of ourselves to have expression they might now otherwise have found. In exploring different types of journals, we can discover new facets of our own personalities and maybe find that we are more capable than we ever thought we were.