MY LITTLE BLACKISH-BLUEISH NOTEBOOK

The other day, I was reflecting on how much I have come to enjoy regularly blogging. I always preferred writing assignments over anything else; test, homework sheets, or projects. I would say that writing is definitely my passion. i remember as a 5th grade student sitting in English Language Arts class and thinking, "this is so much fun! I want to be an English teacher when I grow up!" Later in life, as I got more self conscious of my self and my choices, I thought being an English teacher was lame. I would say that I had an identity crisis through out high school and into college. Although I find psychology interesting, it was never a passion of mine, that I should have taken on as a major. I would say that I'm lucky I figured out that psychology wasn't for me early on, but instead figured out that a potential career path always in the back of my mind was social work (where I am currently). However, up until this past summer, did I realize I really love writing and everything encompassed in writing. I love books, reading, the smell of books, grammar, the though process behind writing, telling a story in different ways. I am grateful that I figured out who I am, and am not afraid to express myself verbally. Many people don't get blogging. I actually haven't told many people about this hobby of mine. My husband knows and two of my college friends know of it, but I have never actually shown them any of my posts. Whether or not they decided to investigate into this little world I created for myself is their decision.
Anyways, I decided to expand my love for writing beyond these late-night-what-ever-thought-came-to-my-mind-write-about-it posts. I bought a journal for the first time in years. As a kid I tried out several 'journals' and 'diaries' but they were always a fail because I tried to write about fake stuff like I saw on TV shows. In this 'adult' journal I decided to make it my own personal, private place to hold thoughts and ideas, whether or not they formulate a blog post, IDK. This journal itself generated this blog post. It took me back to my childhood up until college my (as described above). Also, I didn't just want any old journal. Normal I am dirt cheap, but I spent $17 on a little hand-sized notebook. I went through all of the notebooks my school bookstore had and I wanted to find something that represented me/ my taste. I got something simple, little vague floral detail on the front, but the background is black (my favorite color) with like a subtle slate metallic blueish to the floral detail. It is me, and it is going to be all about me. Cheers to new beginnings, and doing what you love.