Notebook Pages #1

Before we begin…

Notebook Pages is where I’ll share the things that haven’t quite found a home yet—poems, story ideas, fragments, questions, and the words that end up in the margins before they become something bigger.

Not everything I write is meant to become a finished piece.

Some thoughts are complete exactly as they are.

And I think there’s something beautiful about that.

I’ve always written in the margins.

Not because I ran out of room, but because that’s where the thoughts seemed to belong.

The backs of receipts.

Sticky notes.

The notes app on my phone.

Random notebooks with no organization whatsoever.

Half-finished poems.

Story ideas that arrived at two in the morning.

Questions with no answers.

I’ve realized that not everything I write needs to become something bigger.

Some words are enough exactly as they are.

So this is Notebook Pages.

A place for unfinished thoughts, poems, fragments, questions, and whatever else finds its way onto the page before it knows what it wants to become.

Today’s notebook page simply says:

“I wonder how many versions of ourselves we carry without realizing it.

The child who believed.

The teenager who questioned everything.

The adult still trying to figure it all out.

Maybe growing up isn’t becoming someone new.

Maybe it’s learning how to carry every version of yourself with kindness.”

That’s all for today.

Until next time,

— Destiny

P.S. Do you keep a notebook, or are you more of a notes-app-on-your-phone kind of person?