Nothing against equestrians or horses, but I'm not into riding horses. I like the idea of riding a horse on a mountain top, through the forest and galloping in a wide-open field. But I like the idea of a lot of things. It's not that I don't like riding per se, it's just that I'm so darn sore afterwards! I also don't care enough to build up a resistance to how sore your bum gets after being bounced up and down for that long.
So you see, I'm a writer not a rider. And I much prefer it that way.
I got this journal for Christmas from my in-laws. Isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? I really can't place a value on a good journal. There are many things that contribute to it's qualifications. If I don't like the look and feel of it, I find it hard to want to sit and pour out my soul upon it's pages. It needs to call to me and becon to be written upon. Needless to say, this journal meets all of my requirements. As soon as I pulled it out of the tissue paper, I fell in love with it's sheet music cover. I have never had a more beautiful journal in my entire life. I cannot wait to see what will fill it's pages.
We are headed to PASSION 2011 this weekend, and I'm sure I will have quite a few insightful things to record from the conference.
I. cannot. wait.