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12 Aug

Happy August!

This is one of my favorite times of year. No, not because of the heat and humidity that clouds your glasses every time you walk outside. That’s endured, not enjoyed. I love August because of the school supplies that appear at Target. It used to remind me that my sweet summer days were numbered, almost time for early wake up calls and homework. Now, though, it makes me happy I’m a college graduate, and can sleep late pretty much all the time. I could write for pages and pages, go on five different tangents about the end of summer, new beginnings, fresh ideas, and such. However, I’d much rather focus on one particular and very important part.

When I was a young whippersnapper, the one thing I looked forward to more than anything each August were new notebooks. They’re still my favorite thing to buy, and in the past years, I’ve watched manufacturers come up with some pretty nifty new designs. From traditional composition notebooks with fancy new covers to entirely green notebooks printed on recycled paper with soy based ink, the once traditional paper search has become more of a treasure hunt, and if you don’t want to leave a carbon footprint, you don’t have to, missy.

One of the best things about these new notebooks is the smell. I’ve always loved it, fresh paper, unwrinkled and blank…leaf through it, and you can almost feel the words waiting to be written. I’ve heard of the blank page terrifying some people; I just find it freeing. Always have. Because you can write anything, anything at all. There’s nothing more freeing than the chance to start over, to leave your past behind you and begin again.

So every Fall, while the green leaves turn brown and the trees do some new beginning of their own, you can find me nestled in some coffeehouse, coffee beside me, new pen in hand, and my fresh notebooks, writing a whole new me.