My green notebook was hiding for four months in a cabinet. I went out of my mind trying to find it, wondering how I ever lost it as my journals are never far away from me.
But here it is - waiting for me to fill it with words.
Smiling, I read my last entry about being displaced from my writing space because my son was home. There is history within these pages filled with memories and bits of my heart.
I looked forward at the blank pages, excited to begin writing, and then it hit me. This journal, half-filled but half empty, is a metaphor for my life at this moment.
I have so many moments written, photographed, and burned within the pages of my mind and heart, and I will carry them with me forever.
More importantly, though, there is a future just waiting to be written. I am excited about the words, sentences, poetry, blogs, or stories that will fill this journal. This thought caused me to pause and realize that I have a future to look forward to, days, months, and years to fill in ways that fulfill ME.
For the first time in a long while, the future does not scare me or cause me to tear up. Now, I can look forward with hope and wonder. What will I do to fill up these pages?