Mighty

I’m not entirely sure what I would do without the handwritten word.

Probably spend an awful lot of time and money in and on therapy...

The combination of a blank page and a pen seems to do something for me though, and I can get most of the noise from my tumble dryer of a brain out of my head and onto the page.

Please don’t mistake me, the pages of the journal pictured here, are not filled with Hemingway-esque prose and observation such as might change a person’s life and provide the spark to light the flame of a generational best-seller. It is far more likely that were the pages to be consumed by anyone but me, comments such as “I told you he was a weirdo” or “Jesus! He wrote this sober?!” and “Really? Nobody was keeping an eye on him?!” would be rife. 

However, it is my journal/brain dump and in those moments where the blood flow is at its slowest it is an invaluable resource to help clear a foggy mind.

The arrival of the wee ones for the weekend is also a welcome distraction, so I best go and get tea started!

Have a great weekend, you lot and thank you for all the kind words and advice this week, they have been very much appreciated.

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