So in 2024, I had a journal the thought at that time was I was going to write in every page. It was like one of those daily diaries that they used to have with the dated pages. Not a planner but every day of the year had a lined page to write in, freeform if you will.

I did great until the second week of February, then all writing in the 2024 journal stopped. There were some at the beginning of March, but that was it until the 20th of May. That was the last journal entry I wrote in 2024.

It sat by my bed and mocked me, then I put it in my closet but a day later I took it back out. I couldn’t hide from my failure and yet, I still didn’t write in my dated journal.

In 2025 I bought the same kind of journal and I have been faithfully writing in my 2025 journal everyday. However, my 2024 journal still mocked me, so I tore out the first 137 pages, January 1st 2024 to May 18 2024, It’s 137 days trust me, I checked it on the calculator that comes on your computer.

I tore out the pages and shredded them and I am making The First 137 Days of 2024. She’s not finished yet, I still need to finish her shirt and I am going to make her hair out of the journal’s front cover.

What made me think to do this was something I wrote a few days ago. My oldest son loves to shred paper and a few weeks ago I had him help me shred some old knitting patterns I had printed and he always shreds my magazines for me for my other pictures.

Well, I left out my paper shredder and he shredded everything else that was sitting out that could be shredded. He even tore out some pages from a notebook I had been writing random thoughts in, I wrote in a journal entry that I was going to make something beautiful out of that tragedy with the paper he shredded.

With that thought in mind I tore out the pages of my 2024 journal that was mocking me and shredded the pages and now we have something beautiful from a tragedy.

That’s all for now, everyone sleep well. I am glad you are here.