#trainofthoughts

Do you love notebooks? I know I do. But most of the days I just don’t know what to write.........

By the way, it’s been years!

The good news is: I woke up this morning, and suddenly I felt that I need to write something. Well it’s been so long since I’ve written anything. I mean, yeah things have been soo busy lately, especially after I joined the ‘work force’ and everything. Just an update, I’m really grateful that I get to finish college and also get a decent animating job, and still be able to be active in the marching band + pursuing my obsession with dance / musical theatre stuff. It’s been a hustle, but yeah, I’m enjoying it. I hope my 8 year old self is proud of me lol.

So yeah, the thing that I’ve been wanting to write:

Is I don’t know what to write.........

The thing is, I just realized that I own like several blank, unwritten notebooks. Some I got for myself, some are gifted from other people. And I LOVE THEM. I love getting notebooks. 

But I really don’t know how to use them properly. You know, I’m afraid that I’m going to misuse it. I mean, since I’m not it school anymore, I’ve been writing less and less important stuff. Even if I have to write anything I usually just make a note on my phone #millenials. 

Also I just got Taylor Swift’s “Lover” deluxe album, which basically is a journal book consists of her old journal / diary entries and blank pages for you to write your own. Maybe that’s also what triggered me to start writing again, hehe. But yeah, I don’t want to just use them as personal diaries. Well they turned out to be quite cheesy and besides, I still keep one that I use since 2014/2015. I’m not constantly writing, so I still have plenty of space to write my not-so-daily contemplations and rants on.

I’ve been thinking to use one of my notebooks as a goals / productivity journal (and I’ve tried). But again, like how most New Year resolutions end up, I kinda stopped doing it by the end of January. Things got busier, yadayada. I’m planning to continue it tho. Never too late to start again right? :)

Well that’s one book. And I’ve got plenty more of it!

What should I write in them?

Northeast Regional #193 | New York to Philadelphia | 10.22.18 | 5:27 pm

I was standing at the urinal in an office building early one morning when the bathroom door swung open hitting the countertop of sinks. I turned my head toward the ruckus and there in the doorway stood a very tall man. A giant really or at least to me at 5’6 he looked like a giant. He was easily 7ft tall, maybe more. He…

So, exactly three weeks ago today, this happened:

Yet I haven’t posted anything since. Well, not on IG.

Being vulnerable means to tear down your walls for someone else.

Being vulnerable means to let them into your world.

Being vulnerable means to pour your heart out and spill your soul, and knowing the risk of getting hurt and broken at the same time.