I was in the bookstore looking for a new journal. I pulled one with Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night painting on the cover off the shelf, assessed how many pages it had, and checked the price. It had lines. An unlined journal is better for drawing and sketching, which I like to do, but other than that it seemed perfect. It had a ribbon sewn into its spine to use as a bookmark and enough pages that it would last me several months.
I strive to be a minimalist, but choosing a new journal is a ritual that I engage in three or four times each year. It fills me with optimism and a sense of excitement. For me, starting a new journal is always like finding a new friend.