Moleskins + Plane Rides

This is the end of a moleskin journal. There’s a weird finality happening even thought I have another one waiting. This is my first time seeing the end. There’s patchy spots, days were missed and may as well be non-existent. There’s nothing congratulatory here. I guess I expected a little note that read “hey you found the end, well done”. I’m going to leave the last last page blank with intention. I might return to this moleskin and have another comment to make.

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Today we’re flying to Minneapolis for Ghost Files. An impulsive adventure which I’m grateful for. Time on a place feels good for my core. I feel contained and purposeful as I’m taken somewhere. The moleskin has that same sentiment as I flip through the pages. I was taken somewhere the last year and a half, these odd field notes on my creative ideas will rest here now. I will board a new plane, to a new place, chauffeured into that sense of purpose.