I have a really tough time filling in notebooks.
Not because I don't like to write.
No because I lose them.
But mostly, because I lack regularity.
My best friend gave me a notebook at the end of the year 2011. 160 pages, 6 inches by 5 inches.
For the longest time , I didn't write in it. I didn't want to ruin the pristine beauty of the book with my less-then-perfect words.
Finally, in the August of 2013, I started writing in it. Nothing significant, just class notes and to-do lists. I carried it around with me everywhere for about a month, then moved on to digital note-taking methods and the book lay forgotten in my room.
10 months later, I picked up the book again and started writing in it. Really writing in it. Making quick observations and taking longer notes.
It has been two months since I started doing that, and I have finally filled more than three quarters of the notebook. There is still hope for me. Maybe this will be the book which will be written in till the last page. Maybe.
Not because I don't like to write.
No because I lose them.
But mostly, because I lack regularity.
My best friend gave me a notebook at the end of the year 2011. 160 pages, 6 inches by 5 inches.
For the longest time , I didn't write in it. I didn't want to ruin the pristine beauty of the book with my less-then-perfect words.
Finally, in the August of 2013, I started writing in it. Nothing significant, just class notes and to-do lists. I carried it around with me everywhere for about a month, then moved on to digital note-taking methods and the book lay forgotten in my room.
10 months later, I picked up the book again and started writing in it. Really writing in it. Making quick observations and taking longer notes.
It has been two months since I started doing that, and I have finally filled more than three quarters of the notebook. There is still hope for me. Maybe this will be the book which will be written in till the last page. Maybe.
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