I found a blank journal I gave my daughter years ago. She decided not to use it and put it in our bucket of stuff to repurpose to others. In this case, I needed a blank journal so I repurposed it to me. It gave me a smile. A certain number of pages into the book, I’d written a note to my daughter. She never saw it but it made me smile twice. Once when I wrote it and again when I rediscovered it.
