On 31 December, 2019, I filled the last page of the notebook I’d been using for several months. No, that wasn’t by design. But was it a sign or an omen? Nah. Just a happy coincidence.
Pulling the wrapper off a new notebook presents fresh possibilities. No matter when during a year I do that.
Cracking open a new notebook is a chance to record fresh thoughts. A chance to put down fresh ideas. An opportunity to muse and wonder in private with pen and paper. A chance to clear the bad ideas from my head.
Sometimes, when I’m confronted with a fresh notebook, I feel a tad guilty about ruining its pages with my handwriting, with what comes out of my brain. Then, I realize that’s exactly what the notebook is for.