On a stack of old journals

My Nalgene 1000 ml water bottle has been working very well. That was a solid purchase. It was not the only purchase I spent time thinking about today. I thought about journaling by hand today. A stack of old journals sit on my bookshelf. Most of them are from my days in college. My primary notebook sits on the shelf. My handwriting has not really changed very much over the years. During the course of going through a box in my office, I found the oldest journal still in my possession. It was first written in on November 28, 1999 at 3:20 AM in Lawrence, Kansas.

My first entry in the journal contained the passage, “I begin with a few words to describe my intentions. I have always wanted to express myself in words and I hope to express my thoughts in manor that will be understandable by others. I apologize ahead of time for all grammar, words misspelled, and otherwise poor penmanship. Otherwise, my phrases are mind and I will them to the pages in the spirt of persevering my thought form the inevitable loss. If only I can begin to express my desires and dreams in words, then I will be able to unlock my passions and give you a glimpse into my mind. I wish all who read these passages well.”

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