Sometimes the best gift is a notebook. Almost every year around my birthday or Christmas-time someone gives me stationary as a gift, and every time it's like they've provided me with a brand new world, under my command and always at my direction. It's an incredibly powerful gift that gives me escape when I need to, refuge when I'm tired, power when I feel weak, and strong when I'm broken. 

Today I received something very special from my friend in New York, for no reason. It was a beautifully bound notebook. The kind anyone would be proud to carry around. I'm no real great writer of any kind, but there's no other feeling like running fingers through unwritten, untouched pages. Clean and clear and ready for my words, I feel grand and ready to take on the world. 

I'm almost too afraid to write in it, it's so perfect, but I figure I'll know when.