Before journaling today I rustled through recent gifts knowing the day had finally come. I needed to crack open a new notebook. I had shopped at least twice trying to find a Moleskine replacement for my beloved green diary, the one that is now packed full of words and ephemera. Alas, no luck finding what I thought was perfection.
I knew, though, that I already had at least two blank books to consider, each from a special woman in my life. I was hesitant because all I remembered was that both were perhaps too small. But, look, talk about ideal! Together they’ll get me through the year and beyond, Bee Book 1 and Bee Book 2. It’s gonna bee a good year.
As I often say to myself (and probably out loud too), “Just wait, Penny, the answer will become clear.”
Always Bridging 