a new first page

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“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” – William Wordsworth | image via

I’ve never kept a journal.

I mean, I’ve always kept a journal, but I’ve never kept a journal.

Growing up, I wrote in notebooks regularly – but I never seemed to fill one book before starting another, and I was never especially sentimental about the books I left behind. I was always very paranoid that someone might happen upon an old journal, read it, and judge past-me for the things she wrote. So each time I moved to a new journal, the old one was destroyed, completely and without hesitation.

I know I’m in the minority. I’ll never read aloud from my old diary at a Mortified event. I won’t be able to pass down my childhood musings to Henry or his kids when I’m old and far removed from my fear of being judged. And I’m ok with that.

I like the idea of a clean slate. A fresh start. A blank page. So consider this post the first page of a brand new notebook. I’m pressing my pencil to a clean white sheet, and the feeling is just as delicious as I remember.

My hope for maydaily (heck yes new title and everything) is that I post something daily. Photos, videos, songs, quippy asides or rambling thoughts – anything goes as long as I’m thinking and sharing and creating and enjoying.

My journals used to be filled with quotes and song lyrics and magazine clippings that inspired me or resonated or just felt good rolling around in my brain. I filled the pages because it was fun, and because there was no pressure, and the result was something fun and fleeting and authentically me.

I want to capture that feeling again.