Thursday, December 7, 2017

Addicted to Journaling???

Surely NOT!  Yet that's what TWO SEPARATE PEOPLE told me, and I don't think they knew the other said it.  And...before either of them said it, I think I might have approached the idea to myself, but of course the idea was so unthinkable that I shot it down immediately.  (I will not have myself telling myself ridiculous things.)

This is what has happened, you see.  Sunday night, I spent the night at the home of some church friends, just for fun, and Monday morning, I did not put some things back into my bag, and I left them at their house!

Would you like to hear what I left?  (It was a lot.)
  1. My Bible
  2. My journal
  3. A devotional book
  4. Another devotional type book
  5. A pack of pens
  6. More pens
  7. Boots
The first two on that list are basically, I think literally, the MOST IMPORTANT MATERIAL ITEMS IN MY LIFE.  I do mean that quite literally!  I would rather go a week without my phone than a week without either my Bible or my journal.

Oh, but I forgot to finish this heart-wrenching story.

Monday morning, before I left their house and headed to work, I was told of a concert their two girls would be in on Tuesday evening, the following day.  "Why yes," I thought to myself, "I'd LOVE to go," and when they asked, I told them so!  (I never like to miss an opportunity to see them.)

Well, after leaving their house, halfway to work, I had the dreadful realization that I had left my things at their house.  I was, however, put somewhat* at ease by the thought that I would get them back the following evening, if I could go to the concert.  Admittedly, my things were now half of the reason I wanted to go!

*"Somewhat" is the key word here.  I was still FREAKIN' OUT, MAN!  Two days is a long time to go without journaling, or my Bible, though I can read others' Bibles.

I cleared it with my parents, and I, and my sister Patience, went to the concert.  Oh, the girls did SO well!  I was (am!) SO proud of them!  I almost cried, I'm so proud of them!  They did so well, in fact, that by the end of the concert, I had completely forgotten about retrieving my things, and so had the Mrs.  I did not remember, even, during the time that we spent with the family at Chick-fil-A afterwards.  When I finally remembered, we were far too many miles and minutes down the road, in the opposite direction as our friends, and ALAS, it was far too late to turn around.

My realization the previous morning had indeed been dreadful, but this, oh, this realization was DREADFUL!  I wailed and moaned to my sister, and took on a thick, albeit fake, New York accent.  ...It comforted me in my distress, okay?  When Patience was not sympathetic enough and had the nerve to laugh at me in my utter misery, I called up my good friend Ella, and wailed to her, keeping up my accent, of course, and by and by, I began to feel better.  (These two, Ella and Patience, are the two who had the hairbrainedness to say I was addicted.)

Well, I surely can't tell how it means I'm addicted just because I use my journal for everything and use it to its full advantage and can't function without it.  It's a life saver, really.  When I have a thought, a fear, a triumph, or anything else you might imagine, I write it down.  If it's remotely significant, I write it down.  When I need a list, I write it down.  I sometimes even, when I write things other places, will glue them into my journal. 

There's this craze going around about bullet journaling.  The thing about it is that you can do everything in it.  Whatever you need: lists, drawings, thoughts.  You name it, and the bullet journal swoops to the rescue.  Well, I'm not sure what the big deal is about the bullets - lines work just as well for me - but I suppose I use my journal exactly as a bullet journal is meant to be used.

Without it, life spins out of control.  And I was most likely going to have to go until the end of this week to get it back.

But let us finish our story with a happy ending.  On Wednesday morning, the Mrs. texted me and told me that her mother was coming to Wake Forest to visit a friend, and would drop it off where I work!  (Who's the life saver now?)  LET ME TELL YOU, I WAS EXCITED.  When she finally arrived, I squealed, she gave me my things, I hugged her, and all was right in the world.

The End.

P.S.  Watch for another post soon, basically just an update on my life, because it doesn't seem right to come back after so long an absence and not tell you what's happ'nin'.  Plus much has changed since my last post.

11 comments:

  1. You are back! Lol Maggie, I love you and your blog so much, and have missed the regular posting :) makes me want to go write!

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    1. Haha, yesss! Idk how often I will post after this, though. We shall see, we shall see. 😏 Go, write! 😁 Thanks for the comment, Amelia!

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  2. Oh!! I sympathize - I would feel lost without my journal (and it's not the same without my own Bible either). And of course it's the times you don't have it when you want to use it most. Anyway, I'm glad the story has a happy ending! It's nice to hear from you again, and I look forward to hearing more about what's been happening for you. :)

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    1. Right?! Oh and YES, I definitely prefer my own Bible to any other. It just doesn't feel right unless I'm reading my own, ya know? Haha, again, so true. I thought of so many things I wanted to write about during those two days I didn't have it. Thank you so much for commenting, Jessica! I always enjoy your comments. :) I look forward to getting more posts out, little by little. :)

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  4. Ah yes Maggie. Twas a joy and delight (aren't those the same things? 🤔) to receive a phone call from you and then to procede to listen to you scream and ramble on (not in anger of course... Just in despair. tehehehe). But that did help you! 😉 You also forgot to mention that you kept up the accent through Walmart 😝 Ah, that "Maggie accent" 😁😏🙄 But I'm very grateful that you didn't die a slow and tragic death....😂 Love you! Glad to have you blogging again. 😘

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    1. HAHAHA, it was very entertaining, wasn't it.. 😏😏 Ah yes, I should have mentioned that I did that in Walmart - at ten o'clock at night! Haha! Love you too, girl! 😂

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  5. Maggie! I heart your writer's voice so much. It's like we're sitting across from each other in a coffee shop, just two kindred spirits, chatting it up. And I totally was nodding my head in agreement the whole time. The struggle is REAL when it comes to leaving behind one's bujo and Bible. I would have felt similarly panicked! #bujobuddies

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    1. Haha, why, thank you, Lauren! This was a fun one to write! 😄

      It is truly a struggle. I'm beginning to wonder if I am a bit addicted. Thanks for the comment. :)

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