When I was a kid, I had two favourite days of the school year. I loved the first day, because of all the potential: the new clothes my mom bought me for the school year. The new classes and teachers. The new extracurriculars. So much new to look forward to.
But then, I also loved the last day of school: the summer of relaxation ahead. The feeling of accomplishment. The closing of a chapter before beginning a new one.
I miss those, man. The closest thing I get to that feeling these days is completing a journal and beginning another. Even though I never, ever revisit them once they’re done. I just like beginning them and starting them.
About a week ago, I finished a journal. And I started a new one. So satisfying.
Here’s what the new one looks like so far:
