A notebook can be messy because it promises resolution. It can be cluttered and clumsy, because I'm the only one that has to read it. It holds both the dead ends of a project and the spark of life.
I love my notebooks. I choose them carefully, begin them with a mix of trepidation and excitement, and find myself at home within their pages. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I love stationary stores so much? Perhaps it's why I always keep a little stash of new ones tucked away and waiting for just the right time. Like yesterday. When I chose this one from that stash and began something new.