Real Games

Another stroll at the park, contemplating the very action she was doing: walking. She saw a lot of people writing today & that made her think about how she even came to develop that habit herself. 

“My mother used to buy diaries for me. She had to.” She did not have any memories of her mother buying her any journals or notebooks but the way her dad was, it just had to be her mother. 

Then she had an idea. She would create her very own datebook! 

As soon as she got home, she opened up her drawer full of books in which she recorded made up events & personal experiences. She noticed the variety was due to being unable to find one that she truly loved. Together, they were the perfect logbook. & yet, simplicity was a close companion of hers. 

Suddenly this idea seemed to weigh heavy on her. She shut the lights off at her apartment & dozed off. 

The morning after, she rose inspired & began designing her datebook.