And Seven Begins
Now that Journal #6 is officially finished, I want… nay… I need to start another one. To fill that void I have a lovely virgin “Moleskine”: http://www.moleskine.com (same size as before) that’s ready to be deflowered and become Journal #7. Seven is a good number for me: I have seven toes on my left foot, I’ve used seven of my nine lives, and I was born in ’77.
It’s funny to compare a full one with an empty one.
I’m relieved to be starting a new journal. I worked on Journal #6 during some bad times that I’d like to move away from. Starting a new journal feels like I’m starting my life over, I have a clean slate, I’m reborn, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah. And along with a few other things I’ve done that feeling is intensified. Every year or two I sort of rebuild myself — usually for the better.
I know I’ve said it 523 times already, but I really want to scan my older journals and put them up here. Half of Journal #3 is scanned, and has been for months. It’s slow going. I wish I had an intern or, better yet, a helper monkey. Hmmm, can Magpie can help?
2 Comments
Molly said 162 days ago:
This blog has seen a recent 86% increase in virginity metaphors.*
I was also born in ’77! I have seven parasitic siblings living inside me and can geek seven roosters per minute (without assistance).
*According to the Hodgdon Foundation for Making Up Numbers
S.R. Wild said 161 days ago:
An 86% increase, eh? I must have virgins on my mind.
Hmmm, now that I know someone is paying attention, I’ll have to vary my metaphors — maybe add something involving anal leakage, ass-less chaps, or gardening to the mix.
‘77 must be a good year for humans.
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