Good Karma

Interesting story about the journal I wrote this piece in.

When I bought it, I wrote my name inside the cover which I never do and underneath I wrote the words ‘good karma’.

My first entry was in November or December 2021 and today, Sunday August 28th 2022 I fill the last page. It has taken me considerably longer to fill this journal for some reason.

Probably because I’ve lost this journal a number of times which makes me wonder who has read the contents. I am ok with this though because multiple times I have opened it up to random pages to find pictures I did not draw and entries I did not write.

One time I remember I left it on the roof of my car in the rain and drove away without realising. I thought it was gone until I received a message on Instagram from a lovely Brazilian couple who returned it to me.

This journal has been through the ringer, just like me during the time I wrote in its early pages and it is full of character. Its been wet, driven over, lost and written in by people that aren’t me.

Filling the last page is always satisfying though because I know what precedes it tells many stories, but also marks the start of something new on the first page of my new journal.

This one was special. It always came back to me. A great reminder for future whenever I feel lost. Just come back to myself.

‘Good Karma’

*Fast forward to September 2024, 2 years later.

Funnily enough, this journal has again came back to me in the most unique and profound way. My relationship had just ended and I was collecting my things from the house we lived in together. I grabbed all of my journals and the one that I opened without thinking twice was this one. A tattered, crinkled black moleskin.

The page I opened to by pure coincidence was the final page. As I read its contents tears filled my eyes as I realised that my advice to myself from two years earlier still stood the test of time in my present darkness.

Come back to myself.