In my last year of high school, one of my good friends had gifted me with a notebook.
The notebook was light blue in color and featured a simple little cat with a fish. The cat (and, subsequently, the notebook) was fondly called, “Jeffury,” and it was always with me for the rest of the school year where I scribbled in it during every free moment I had. For the next few years, the name Jeffury was attached to every journal I had written in.
These journals consisted of stories, fanfiction and original, and just everyday rambles about school, work, family. I would always find the time to write in them while in school, both high school and during college.
However, when I left college behind, so too did I seem to leave journal writing. Jeffury VI has been half full for years now. I’ve continued writing, of course, both typing and longhand, but for some reason, writing journal-style has become lost to me.
I wonder, has anyone else simply grown out of certain ways or styles of writing? We all improve the more we practice and write, of course, but to see how one’s style changed like evokes both awe and a bittersweet nostalgia. I have bins full of notebooks, some full, some empty, some in varying degrees of in between. It’s always nice to take the time every once in a while to relax and write longhand, isn’t it?
How about you? What do your notebooks look like?