genuinely think everyone should carry a sketchbook or notebook with them at all times.

Not for productivity.
Not because you need to become organised.
But because you never know what might appear during the day that feels worth keeping.

A sentence someone says.
A flower combination.
A strange idea.
A colour palette.
A dream.
A restaurant name.
A feeling.

And the beautiful part is not even writing it down in the moment. It’s finding it again years later.

Opening an old notebook feels like opening tiny fragments of another version of yourself. Sometimes it’s profound. Sometimes completely ridiculous. Sometimes you realise you had an idea ten years too early. Sometimes you read something and think, wow, thank God I didn’t go through with that.

The other day I found a note from almost five years ago about wanting to learn Japanese. Sadly, life had other plans. But it still made me smile because for a brief moment, that version of me existed so clearly on paper.

And honestly, maybe this is just another reminder that Nala should finally make mini notebooks.

Even though they’re ridiculously expensive to produce properly.