Notebooks

It dawns on me that I may have a bit of an obsession with notebooks. I like the idea of them – of having a location for all of the bits and pieces of the thoughts that make up your life.

I’ve got many. My favorite are the little black notebooks that have elastic that wraps around the covers. They just look cool. Plus you can shove all kinds of things in them.

What I strive for my notebooks to be is … important. In Time in a Bottle, Robin Wright-Penn’s character had one … an important notebook. She played a researcher for a newspaper. On each page of her notebook were some random scribblings about what she was researching at the moment. Half sheets of paper, business cards, sticky notes, and a picture of her son were stuffed in there as well. I want a notebook like that.

I fail in this … everytime. I blame my handwriting, but I suspect that it’s really something deeper. You see, I always intend for my notebooks to look like those you see in the movies and my handwriting never stacks up. So, when I get sloppy, I stop. Perhaps I just think that the folks in the movies have more to say.

Twisted? Yep! I have notebook envy. Never mind the body type issues … I’ll never look like Robin Wright-Penn and I’m OK with that. Never mind wishing I could live in those beautiful places … I’d like a bigger house, but I’m OK with where I’m at there. I really just want the notebooks and dayplanners.

So there it is. Someday, my son will find a mountain of 1/2 used notebooks of all shapes and sizes. Some of them will say things that will lead him to understand his mom better. But, mostly he may just come to understand that his mom was more than a little nuts. Hopefully, he’ll be just fine with that! Maybe he’ll write it down in HIS notebook.