Journalling - humble beginnings

sample pages from my Bullet Journal and Midori Traveler's Notebook When I was about 10 years old I had a sleep-over at a friend's house. We got ready for bed and went to say good night to my friend's mum who was herself sitting up in bed writing in a notebook. "What are you writing?" I asked. "Well, actually I am writing about you" she smiled. "Every night I write the day's events in my diary, the things I did, what made me happy and what made me sad. Right now I am telling my diary how you came to spend the day and night at our house." My friend's mum, her bright coloured pyjamas and her glasses perched on her nose with a double drape of beaded chain swinging from each temple, instantly became promoted to the coolest person I knew. She was talking to her diary, about me no less. Subsequently I became one of those people who started a diary on January the first every year of my life (since I have been able to write) and rar