I love paper and have numerous small pads, large pads, notebooks in various places throughout my home. I have used and saved them throughout the years. Nary a one is full. I start a book maybe almost fill it, or not, write a few thoughts, or many, and move on.

This is true of my sketchbooks too.

I am not sure why or how I developed this habit, but it is not a good one. I suspect it has something to do with the promise and joy of the new.

But my tendency to write down a phone number with no name next to it–none– on any one of the above mentioned is worse still. I have a collection of numbers accumulated over the years. I have no idea who they belong to and I dare not call any of them to find out.

I am in the process of amending my ways. I am not sure how long it will take me to fill all my unfilled pads, etc., but I did take down a phone number last night and wrote the name of who it belonged to right away.