I see my journal writing practice as revisiting my oldest, dearest friend.
A friend in the sense of someone who knows what makes you EXTRAORDINARY and loves you anyway.
So choosing a new journal-friend at the beginning of the year is a healthy ritual I look forward to at the beginning of each year.
I usually wait a few days into the new year before I take a trip into Barnes and Noble to choose my new journal. I like to get a sense of what this year is first.
Last year I choose a purple journal. 
The real significance of choosing this particular journal was that it was the most I had ever spent on a journal.
It felt like a big step in my effort to feel more deserving. Twenty-five dollars spent on a journal was a very big deal for me. Some subconscious thought kept (keeps) me from spending money on myself, loving myself. Yeah, maybe it was a little over-priced, but it was the principle involved here that mattered more than a bargain.
Somehow, lifting my practice out of a cheap Wal-Mart journal felt grown up. I felt like I was giving my inner space more legitimacy.
The transition into a more substantial journal has been quite appropriate since my writing has transitioned from the dumping ground to a legitimate examination of my life.
I have to go into the store and make the purchase. I never buy journals online. I have to touch and smell the new book. I need to feel the pages.
This year I”m feeling like brown leather and a buckle this year. That feels expansive and wild to me. Stay tuned to see what I buy.
If you recently purchased a new journal share the picture with me!
Expanding Desire 