On keeping 22 notebooks.

by milberg

I’ve been going through my notebooks today. I found 22 semi-active ones and decided it was a few too many. So I looked through them and got rid of stuff that no longer applies, shopping lists bought and consumed, lyrics I know by heart by now, addresses where no one I want to reach can by reached no more.

I have a huge soft spot for notebooks. Cheap, expensive, panda-shaped, colorful, plain.
Which explains why I have so many.

Usually when I flick through them I know exactly what I wrote where and why.
(But sometimes I have no idea. My hand must have been possessed.)

So it’s lyrics, shopping lists and addresses.
It’s also bumper stickers, quotes, thoughts.
Wish lists, book and music tips.
To do lists, appointments and drawings of dogs, trees, my own name in swirls.
The usual stuff.

Here are some of today’s finds.
Some brought me back, some brought tears to my eyes (Yahtzee scores), some brought pink to my cheeks and some made a lot of sense of things.

More than anything though they made me realize I am a sucker for a handwritten note.
And I will always have 22 semi-active notebooks at any given time.