Notebooks
Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open. Today is, where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten. -Natasha Bedingfield I've sat down to write so many times I've lost track. I get started then stop. Something was always missing. Wittiness. A lesson. Humor. An ending that made sense. Something! I would always leave that writing for another day. Another day never came. Time after time, I'd go back to it, then scrap it and start over. Starting over. What a funny notion. An empty piece of paper, a blank slate, always clean and new. Always. I mean, who would argue the best part of school starting was new notebooks. No writing or markings, just waiting for fresh knowledge. Ok, so I still love a new notebook. Losing someone you care for always makes you reflect on things, on your own notebooks of time; your blank pie...