I loved this blog post in appreciation of using notebooks. The author talks about how she used notebooks as a kid, but gave them up as she grew older, feeling that it was somehow immature to be scribbling down her thoughts and ideas and the emotions of youth. But fortunately, she came back to the fold:
So after 4 years notebook free, I again relinquished myself to the pages of a notebook. Consequently, I felt more creative. It actually helped me with my job, and eased the worries and stress I felt. Writing, sketching and purely playing in my notebook for 20 minutes a day gives me some space in this crazy world. And do you know what the best part is? When I look back on them now, I see the PROOF of how much I’ve changed and how far I’ve come. I see that I made it out from that dark period between 12 and 16 and I became something more. Hopefully something better. And aiming to be something I’m very proud of. It’s a source of encouragement, and, in another 10 years, I hope to see even more of a departure from that first teenage scrawl.
I guess that at the end of the day, a notebook helps me be grateful for the small things, and that’s no bad thing. In the same way that space makes me feel insignificant, studying the small building blocks of life in a notebook that attribute to the happiness I feel makes me feel whole.
Read more at Mab is Mab: Rediscovering notebooks.