Journal Entry # 1 – November, 2034
428 Words
I’m trying this journal thing again. I was being an honest sarcastic little turd when I told Dr. Hale when I said, “write out my greatest hits of trauma and sarcasm.” But I may still do a lot of that as well as other things. I do like to sketch random little things, so I may do that too.
Do I just ramble? Hold on. Let me Google this...
Journaling for beginners... okay. I’ve got a dedicated journal/notebook... That I guess I’m comfortable writing in... I don’t know about a writing routine. Don’t overthink it? Too late. Start with small, free flowing entries about my day, feeling, use prompts if I need inspiration... be honest and consistent... make it a habit... keeping my expectations realistic... don’t pressure myself to write perfect entries...
What did I get myself into...
Right okay. So... Today is Mr. Dravenholt’s birthday. I helped Elyria and Isolde make cinnamon roll pancakes. Well, actually, they made the batter and I cooked them. Does that still count as helping them make the pancakes? They were really dang good. With icing and syrup, but I can’t let Isolde know that. I digress.
It was a nice day all together. After school I asked Jakob to stop somewhere before going to the estate. I don’t have a lot of money to my name, but I was able to get a nice pair of cuff links for Mr. Dravenholt from this little boutique. I really need to remember to check out the little bookstore next door to the boutique sometime soon. But these cuff links were silver and inset with polished deep green stones that shimmered faintly under the shop’s lights.
I didn’t know what stone it was, but I liked the color and thought that they would go with Mr. Dravenholt’s aesthetic. But he knew what the stone was: Malachite. He told me that the stone represents protection, transformation and balance. It absorbs negative energy and fosters emotional healing. That his wife used to say it keeps the soul honest.
I didn’t know that giving something to someone, an adult (Kaelith doesn’t count in this instance), without being expected to. Without it being compared. When he thanked me and told me that I raised the bar for birthday gifts—it felt sincere. I know that not everyone has parents like mine. But it is hard to truly remember that, until today.
Also, what did he mean when he told me “Sometimes the things we’re drawn to have meaning long before we understand why.”
- Writer
