About five years ago I started this blog. It took a lot of convincing from my friend Kristy to get me to blog. But I had some things happen to me that I did not understand and that was the catalyst that drove me to think so why not just tell a blank blogging rectangle? It is not the best scenario...I mean I love you all but we all know that everyone on the planet can read this and I have been burned enough through my sharing on this blog to be a little afraid of all of you. Even though it is my blog and I should not even care what anyone says or thinks about it unkindness can still tend to encourage one to put up some walls and loose some of ones naive-ness :) But I do hope the blog is some sort of a record of who I am.
Since moving to Massachusetts six and a half years ago I have quietly and carefully noticed that I have a few friends who carry around books full of glorious blank paper. They write whatever they want in them. I have been fascinated with this idea. But of course I could not simply go out and purchase any old blank book. No, no, no the whole process had to be perfect. So I would be in a store and see a book of blank paper I would pick it up, feel it, open it to make sure it truly was blank inside. I would check the price. I would consider how much paper was in it. I would smell it. I would observe if I had a clasp or not and most of the time the book would not leave the store with me. But for some reason one day about three years ago in a Michael's craft store the price, the feel of the paper, the cost, the look of the book all converged with a few stars and an angel singing moment and I bought my blank book that looks like it was covered in cork board....actually I think it may be real cork board it feels very squishy. It was way past time for this book I needed to keep track of some things.
This book and I had a rocky start. I was not sure what it's purpose would be. I wrote some important memories in it and thought it would just be a memory book that would help me move on with my life. So i wrote the memories starting in December of 2012. And as I remembered certain memories I would write them down and date when I remembered them. But Mr. Corkboard's purpose slowly evolved and now I carry this book everywhere with me just like my friends do with theirs.
I write the names of books I have read in it.
I wrote notes from my divorce class in it.
I write all sorts of quotes from things I have read.
I wrote a list of people who have changed my life some for being kind to me and some for being mean to me.
I have many pages of pros and cons lists.
I write goals.
I take notes from church.
There are some phone numbers in it.
On one page I wrote, "70% of our happiness stems from our relationships."
On another there is a quote from Kathrine Hepburn in Philadelphia Story "The time to make up your mind about people-is never."
On another page I reminded myself to look up the word zeitgeist.
One page has a list of clothes I am looking for; a basic white shirt with details, dress, two fun shirts, one pair of black shoes.
Another page has a list of places I need to see around here; Franconia Notch State Park, Lake Placid, the Flume Gorge.
Four pages are filled with all the seeds I wanted to purchase this year from the Park Seed Catalog.
The lyrics to the song Brave.
lots of notes from the event I emceed in March
I even have a whole page filled with opposites; girly-girl vs tomboy, quiet or chatty, Eeyore or Tigger, mountains or beach, confident or not, well done or rare.
I love this book. And I hope that someday someone will find this book and the others that will follow and feel a connection to me. I wonder what conclusions they will make about me as they read what I thought was important enough to write down?