I’ve loved paper and pen for as long as I can remember, and when I went to college, college only fueled my love for it a lot more. Some say I was addicted, and many have wondered what my fascination was with pen and paper; if I could write on it, I was fascinated. No matter where I was, no matter what I did, paper and pen were immediately within my reach.
There’s nothing like opening a brand new ream of paper, fresh scent, crisp feel to it where secrets, thoughts, things in life that make no sense can be worked out, described in detail until everything inside is out of your system… A safe place, a friend, and a great therapist which can be immediately ripped to shreds, burnt up, or put away depending on the thoughts and/or the confession. I know it may sound crazy to some people, and that’s fine. However, each of us has some way of dealing with stuff. My way happens to be with pen and paper.
With Much Love,