I know I sometimes buy a notebook and think ‘Now everything is going to be different! I’m going to write in here every day!
No more scribbling things on napkins and scraps of paper for me, nope, I have this gorgeous glossy British rose notebook and my whole life is different now, I’m a new woman, my hair isn’t frizzy, my skin is glowing, there are no piles of papers and cough drops on every surface of my home, there are no weird wet receipts at the bottom of my purse, everything I think and feel will be written in one place so I’ll never lose anything ever again, hello new me!”
Approximately ten minutes later I have a big idea and I write it on the back of a crumpled rainbow heart drawing my daughter left on the dining table… on a pile… of receipts and cough drops.
New notebooks can be inviting, but they can also be intimidating.
Don’t let the deer in the headlights feeling of staring at a blank page keep you from starting. Don’t let perfection be the enemy of done.