Tag: journaling

Please, No More Notebooks

I have a tiny request for everyone
No. No

Please don’t gift me another notebook
Really. Really

I love them far too much
Too much. Too much

Every beautiful cover whispers my name
Whisper. Whisper

I tell myself, “This is the last one”
Last. Last

Then another one appears with lovely paper
Oops. Oops

Now my shelves look like a stationery festival
Help. Help

Some are waiting for poems
Waiting. Waiting

Some are waiting for sketches
Waiting. Waiting

And some are simply waiting for the perfect first page
Someday. Someday

So if you love me, give me a hug instead

Enough. Enough

#roksanatales

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A little confession…

I truly love notebooks. They hold dreams, poems, sketches, random thoughts, secret little notes, and even complete gibberish. There is something magical about a fresh page waiting for a story

The funny part is, I already have more notebooks than I could possibly fill. Yet every time I see another beautiful one, I wonder if I should bring it home too. I honestly have no idea when I’ll ever use them all, but somehow, I still can’t resist …

Do you also collect notebooks faster than you can fill them, or are you someone who finishes one before buying the next?

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Sincerity

Some days, I’m more aware of my shortcomings than I allow others, or myself to see. I see where I fall short, where I hesitate, where I choose comfort over courage. I know my flaws. I do not hide them from myself, and I cannot hide them from God.

And yet, when I pray, something honest rises within me.

I come as I am, not polished, not proud. My prayers are not rehearsed performances; they are pure offerings shaped by need, regret, hope, and longing. I pray because despite everything, I still believe in mercy. I still believe in being heard

Perhaps this is what sincerity truly means. It’s not the absence of sin, but the refusal to turn away. I am learning that returning, again and again, is itself a form of faith. Even when I feel undeserving, I show up. Even when my heart is tired, I speak

Thats how always humbly I place my imperfections in God’s hands. Because I believe, no other can handle it like Him. I do not ask to be seen as perfect, only as honest. And for always, that feels like enough

#roksanatales

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Now tell me,
Where do you place your imperfections?