Up until I moved to St. Louis, I always – ALWAYS – had a little notebook on my person, at all times.
I could jot down ideas, thoughts, questions, inspirations, observations* whenever they occurred to me. No big deal, no pressure. Just a place to record stuff.
At some point – I can’t even remember when – I strayed from this habit. It probably happened sometime in the summer of ’08, when the only time I left my house was for (few and far between) job interviews or grocery runs; for the first time in several years I didn’t carry a big “gonna be out all day” bag.
I’d forgotten all about my little notebooks, until yesterday when I was in Left Bank Books ordering a DIY Bicycle Repair book. I noticed a display of blank notebooks strategically** located right by the register. In an instant, I was reminded of my old habit. I realized how much I missed it. I realized how easy it was to pull out my credit card and add a little notebook to my tab.
Yesterday when I got home I dug out my favorite Levenger pen – the one I used from Junior year of high school all the way through college (HOW did I manage not to lose it?), and now I’m good to go.
Old habits die hard, because I filled 6 pages today on my morning commute 🙂
Do you keep a little notebook?
*Please note that I rarely – if ever – found my grocery list to be inspirational.
**by which I mean, evilly