08/09/2021
I went into my office to find a pen to use for my morning journaling. Something pretty, that I would feel good about using to write in my book that I bought for reflection. It's my book, I bought it, but I have to say that I feel guilty writing in a "published book". Like some spirit in the room is going to take notes in a daily journal of my life, to say that I defiled a book. "Holli did a naughty thing, she wrote in a book! One demerit for book damage, books are sacred, how dare her!"
I picked up a fine pointed pink pen and questioned myself as to whether I wanted to save this pen for another project or use it on this one. *eye roll*
The conversation in my head, "It's a pretty pen, I like it but maybe I should save it for a different time". Then the other voice in there said "Dummy you bought the pen to use it! Waiting to use it later, just means that it could dry up without being useful to anyone." - What a waste that would be!
*Today's aha moment from Holli's twisted conversations with, herself*
