Meeting Martin : My First Gadanke Journal 7 Years Ago
Am I really sharing this on the internet?
My thumb is sticking to the spacebar key. I haven’t managed to get all of the adhesive off of it. (This weekend has been all about making a new journal that’s all about repurposing and recycling. It’s so beautiful.
Now each time my thumb sticks, I pause. I think. Am I really sharing this?
Yes. I think it’s time.
This is the first minibook I ever made. It started seven years ago when Martin and I met. (I’ll spare us all and not share the particularly verbose pages of college girl obsession.)
We cruised around town in a little stick shift with a loose clutch. I was the driver. The roads in town were steep. (It was a mining town where we met.) I do not suggest a crafty girl take a mechanically minded boy out on such roads.
But I do suggest going into the sky with him. I do suggest listening to Frank Sinatra croon Fly Me to the Moon. And then, I do suggest getting a first kiss up in the air… preferably right above the little pond where you and your brother learned to use lures when you graduated from bobbers.
A few days later, go do the things you love in the thickest coats you have because January around here is colder than cold.
Now I guess you can move 1800 miles away to transfer to a women’s college if you want. It’s what I did. That’s kind of hard. But it’s important to keep your goals going even when you’re so crazy for someone you don’t remember how to walk straight.
I promise. He will visit, and you will explore. It’ll make you stronger and make your relationship stronger. Document that.
Then start a business years later that is all about helping other people capture these stories. There is nothing more beautiful than flipping through your own stories years later.