How it all started . . .
When I was 8, I kept a record of how much money I made from doing chores around the house. I also kept track of the money I loaned my sisters. By the way, they never paid me back. LOL!
In this photo, our family was going on a road trip from New York to California to visit our grandmother (back in 1958). I'm the little one, in the red bloomer shorts, between my sisters.
Then along came Tom . . . and my first kiss on the cheek. Forget about money! My journal turned into my best friend because I could tell it everything! (I won’t give you the juicy details.) But I can tell you from that moment on, I knew journals would always be in my life. My written words became my Secret Whispers that floated out to the universe, and for me, that’s when the magic begins. What can I say, I'm a Cinderella Gal.
Fast forward many, many, years later . . . I was in the journal section of Barnes and Noble buying another journal, when I had an “Aha” moment. I didn’t see any journals with a cover that was really different. One of my passions is taking photos and that’s when it hit me! I wanted to create a journal with a unique cover. Even though I knew there were a gazillion journals out there, I still wanted to do it! Crazy, I know! But I love a challenge.
Who have I designed my journal for?
You!
It’s a place to express your voice, your thoughts, anything, without criticism from anyone. A place to discover “Yourself ” — all aspects of your life and most important, what’s important to you. The list is endless. Just go crazy and make it yours!
The pages are unlined so you can write large or small, or in circles, or do something silly like making boxes to write in; you can also doodle and/or do any kind of drawings.
It's a wonderful blank canvas for you to start creating.
And don't worry about your age. It's never too late to start journaling. Let me tell you one last true story:
When I was 13, my grandmother (who was 85) came to my room to get me for dinner. I was writing in my journal. I quickly closed it when she entered. She asked me what was so private. I said, “my journal.” “What about?” she asked. “My thoughts, feelings, stuff that’s meant only for me, not to be disrespectful,” I said. “No, you aren’t,” she smiled, “but does it help you?” “Oh, yes!” I said immediately. Weeks later, Gram came to my room all excited, “Guess what? I’m writing in a journal and I love it! I wish I’d been doing this sooner, but better late than never, right.” She laughed her hearty laugh and then gave me a big hug. When she died at 99, I found a locked cabinet. When I opened it, stacks of journals were inside.
So, there you go, you can start journaling at any age.