One Line a Day

I've decided to start a new project. I'm calling it something lame: One Line a Day. It's inspired by  my desire to buy a new journal.

The Beginning: 
I really like buying notebooks and journals. The first page of a new journal makes me feel inspired, as if the page pulses with potential.

The Conflict: 
After I write on that first new page, the whole journal feels old. And I have to go buy a new one, because I want to feel the adrenaline rush of empty lines.

I have a collection of mostly-blank notebooks: all of which have writing on the first one or two pages.

The Seed:
I found a journal, called "One Line a Day." My irrational self wants to buy the journal. My rational self is afraid it will end up like the others.

But it's just so beautiful. 

It has a line for every day of the year: 

room enough to write one sentence--One Line--

for each day. For five years.

 (journal pic from Pottery Barn)

The Compromise:


I resist the impulse buy. Instead, I give myself a trial period.

Kind of like when I wanted a cat in elementary school and my mom made me prove I could take care of something by committing to cleaning my room and bathroom everyday for a month.

I prove to myself that I will use the One Line a Day Journal, by using my blog as my "One Line a Day." For a month, I'll blog one line a day. If I can do it, I get the journal. If I can't, I have to pretend I did and start filling up all those neglected notebooks sitting in the bottom of our closet.

We got that cat. I'm gonna get me that journal.