I used to buy steno pads in bulk at Sam’s Club. I still use them for brainstorming blog content or outlining posts, however I no longer use them for my journaling. In fact, I stopped buying myself cheap journals altogether.
Now I get myself lovely journals. They might still be inexpensive, because I LOVE a good deal. The leather-bound journal in this photo was 50% off at Hobby Lobby and has lucious, blank pages with just the right amount of texture for art, doodling, even water-colors. However they are not CHEAP. Why?
Because even my craziest rambles are worth the investment. Worthy of honoring with a beautiful vessel to house them. Even my worst ideas are worth a beautiful place to put them.
However, there’s still that moment. That question of worthiness that tries just a little bit to make me doubt. So when I began writing in this new, incredible journal, I decided to write about that unique power of the First Page.
September 8, 2015 The First Page
The first page of the journal is both auspicious and common place. Exciting and thrilling while also fear-inducing and paralyzing. Both completely awesome and also awkward – like making love for the first time. It can be both special and wonderful and not quite what it will be someday when you’ve learned each other’s quirks and foibles.
What is universally true is that the first page reduces all questions. Hones the focus to a laser’s power. Eliminates all other might-have-beens. Once you’ve set pen to purpose you cannot rewrite history. And so, in a quick flourish and brief moment I have changed the course of my history forever. And yet merely mused on the inconsequential. Perhaps the power of the first page lies in the great dichotomy then.
By eliminating all other roads and taking a firm first step in this direction, what then lies ahead? Nothing but the road before me stretching unseen into the ages, and thus, an infinite possibility again. Such is the power of the first page.