As promised, here are some photo shoots of my favorite journals (this was the original plan)…I love them…I collect them…and each blank page has amazing potential and possibilities. These are not all my journals, but these are the ones I chose to share with you today…
These wirebound journals are ones I got for a song!
Normally, I’d pay nearly $20 at Barnes & Noble for each of these, but found them for $3 at TJ Maxx. Not bad, huh?
I also have a few journals that have vivid color, made with Moroccan leather, with decorative engraving in the leather. NOT from TJ Maxx.
I love this teal one particularly with the butterfly on it.
And, of course, the ribbon placeholders are a must.
This is a journal that is just plain fun from Mary Engelbreit! I’ve had it for a long time. I was attracted to its whimsical feel. The quality of the writing pages is astoundingly silky smooth!
And look at this black and white ribbon! What’s not to love?
These journals have more of a spiritual flavor to them with beautiful pages with subtle texture and pictures that elegantly resemble scrapbook paper.
This top one is the one where I keep my running list of gifts, as inspired in the book, One Thousand Gifts.
And this is just part of my list.
This journal I held onto for years…I love this little beading at the end of the ribbon.
I had hoped I could some day I could write about the courtship of me and the love of my life…if indeed, that would ever happen.
And it did!!!!
You cannot really see the top of this journal, but it is dainty and feminine, looking like Victorian wallpaper (and I’m not normally a Victorian girl) but it does have a vintage feel.
This simple guided journal is for inspirations and reflections of gratitude for all the magical moments given to us in a day.
And lastly, I got this journal with a magazine subscription…it’s called a Discipleship Journal with Bible study content for reflection and to encourage spiritual growth.
So there you have it…will I fill them all?…who knows…but I always want to take time to reflect on the times of my life. And in the words of Socrates…
The uncontemplated life is not worth living.