This Christmas my mom brought me a pack of 12 Moleskines for the year of 2016. Each notebook has a page per day with the lines being representative of times.
I was really unsure of how to use them in January.
The notebook is blank.
In February, I came back to school for my last semester of my undergraduate career and I realized there was so much I needed to do and think about. I couldn’t forget all the important things, so my notebook is simply pages of lists:
Assignments I needed to do // Events I needed to attend // Graduate school interviews // Grant application deadlines // Scheduled studio shoots
And it goes on and on.
On Leap Day, the last day of February 2016, I spent the better part of my day photographing people and hearing stories about what makes them complex and nuanced.
I was told stories of resilience, strength, courage, love, and happiness. It’s a beautiful project I’m working on (I’ll tell you about it soon) and I was filled with so much love.
Then, a great friend dropped by for her slot and we caught up and talked and then ate and talked and did work and talked.
It was beautiful.
I left the studio at 7 and I came home and ate dinner with friends and we joked and laughed– our honest and true (and sort of embarrassing laughs).
Then I went upstairs to my room and as I sat preparing assignments for tomorrow and working on proofs, I received this text.
It’s now March 1st and I’m opening up a new notebook. It’s warm.
January was burgundy. It’s been left blank as I spent my time processing: a new year, a closing to a chapter of my life, new love.
February was red. It was hot. It’s filled with items that needed to be done, needed to be completed, needed to be marked off.
March is pink and it will be my month of gratitude.
Thank you Alyssa.