and the start of 26. journals that is.
i always have a hard time transitioning from one book to the next for many reasons, but this time seems to be even harder (not just due to the lack of time/change of priorities) it is odd timing. the last book ended with the last few days before audrey arrived and now this new one is blank and ready. a new start on paper to go along with my new start and change as a person. it is making it harder to put something down, or maybe it is just another good excuse to the reason i always hard letting go issues with my journals. i get attached to them. i have them near me for such a long time. they hold memories and thoughts, things shared and kept to myself and then they fill up and i have to start again. i’ve always said it’d be nice to have one gigantic book that would never end. i have to begin, to put anything inside so i wont miss out on capturing what i can during these precious times that are going by so quickly.