Growing up, I was never into diaries or journals. Even as a Multi-media art student, I didn't even own one. I was never the type to document my thoughts, feelings, doodles or what have you. Looking back, I wish I did. I imagine a notebook filled with all these crazy feelings of uncertainty, doubt, simple joys and growing pains. Perhaps this would give me insight of myself at it's rawest and purest. A peek into a life that slowly and swiftly passed by. The truth about starting is that it can happen any time. Mine started with a simple notebook and a note- a random gift from my husband. And that made all the difference.