In today's monologue, we drink our morning coffee while discussing my inner 80s/90s child who is plotting to get a sparkly tinted iridescent jelly binder to fill with dreams and goals.
Imagine if you will, rainbow sheets of paper in every hue, lined, unlined, graph paper, pre printed bulleted checklists, daily organizer worksheets that are fun and cute enough to keep us on task, and a section for hand written recipes because i can no longer tolerate the internet for this. Cooking should be a zen experience, free of pop up ads and smartphones, free from scrolling, free from interruption.
A physical journal will reduce screen time and increase creative time. It will be the most beautiful blog, except on beautiful paper. No porn bots, no ads, no news, no data. Just me and a pen. No electricity required!
I like planning things. It's fun choosing each section I want in my daily planner slash recipe book slash junk journal slash whatever. I like a binder rather than a moleskine-type book or spiral journal, so that I can remove or add pages forever, and have an assorted mish mash of sections, colors, and purposes that change and grow with me. It will be more portable than a 3-ring binder, with folders and pockets to curate as I wish.
It's gonna be the elementary school binder of my dreams. I always get a little bit excited in stationary stores, like the one in japantown i used to visit with every kind of fun thing you can imagine, scented erasers, packets of brand new paper in pleasing hues, precision ink pens, blank books filled with possibility. Special little treasures. The stuff of girlhood dreams.
Remember sticker dispensers at the roller rink where you could put in a quarter and out would come a holographic thing of beauty?
At one old catholic school i briefly attended, there was a pencil dispenser regularly refilled by the nuns in which you could pop in a dollar and spin a lever and out would roll four shiny new pencils. You'd never know what sort of pencil would emerge, which was part of the fun. If you were lucky you'd get a kaleidoscopic or glitter pencil. If a little less lucky it might be printed with "god is great" or some other propaganda. It was like a pencil slot machine for kids. And then, the joy of sharpening that new pencil for the first time on one of those big old metal school sharpeners until it was perfectly sharp. Now that I think of it, maybe I need one of those too...
Grateful for sensory delights and small but satisfying things.
Grateful for all things cute and colorful which can be contained in a binder so as not to clutter my home with such urges.
Grateful for mornings.
Grateful for coffee.
Grateful for tons of rain so that i have an excuse to hibernate in fantasyland a bit longer.
Grateful for soft blankets and sweet animal friends to cuddle with.
Grateful for the spider plant babies I am propagating to add to my indoor air-filtering jungle.
Grateful that my gratitude lists seem to have really helped lift my mood and mindset lately.
- 2023-02-28