i keep a notebook. i have kept a notebook for 20 + years. months or years can go by without my writing in my notebook. i carry my notebook everywhere. my notebook is always in my backpack. my backpack is always, or almost always, with me.
i have awful handwriting. reading past entries in my notebook is a chore. even for me. some words i can only squint at and shrug their meanings.
my awful handwriting does not prevent me from keeping my notebook. my awful handwriting even goads me into writing in my notebook.
sometimes poems come out of my notebook. sometimes quotes taken from my reading is lifted out of my notebook. sometimes ideas go to die in my notebook. sometimes i am surprised by the breadth of years in my notebook. an entry may seem like it was entered yesterday but was recorded five years ago.
i don't remember when i started keeping a notebook. i always, it would seem, have a notebook going.
i sometimes pledge to write everyday in my notebook. often that pledge is broken.
yet the notebook is always with me. like life. and death. both things, life and death, i carry within my body.
it would seem i wouldn't exist without my notebook.