Why I (might be) getting myself another clunky journal

I have always had a soft spot for stationary any journals. My first ever journal accurately documents my determined journey of pursuing a relationship with a girl I fancied (who would later become my wife)! It is therefore a deeply sentimental source of pride, embarrassment, romance and cringe. It captures my prayers, my frustrations, my … Continue reading Why I (might be) getting myself another clunky journal