{"id":42,"date":"2026-07-06T20:05:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-07T03:05:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/?p=42"},"modified":"2026-07-06T20:05:53","modified_gmt":"2026-07-07T03:05:53","slug":"this-is-the-story-of-a-journal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/this-is-the-story-of-a-journal\/","title":{"rendered":"This is the story of a journal"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A couple of years before my best friend A passed away, we were in the habit of sending each other care packages. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Books, birthday presents, pins, patches, whatever we thought the other might enjoy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sometimes we\u2019d also send random snail mail letters, just for the fun of it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I say random, because we talked online all day anyway!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full wp-duotone-duotone-1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"756\" height=\"1008\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2026\/07\/flametreejournal.jpg?resize=756%2C1008&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-43\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2026\/07\/flametreejournal.jpg?w=756&amp;ssl=1 756w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2026\/07\/flametreejournal.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 756px) 100vw, 756px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One of those packages contained this journal, from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.flametreepublishing.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Flame Tree Publishing<\/a>. She knew I enjoyed writing by hand and she decided to pass it along to me, claiming she had no use for it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It has a pleasant magnet closure so I honestly love just opening and closing the thing all the time. Plus the design is so unique. Very steampunk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Since her passing, I kept trying to find ways to keep it going, having used the paper inside a long time ago. I could never bring myself to throw it away, or put it in storage. It always just sat on my bookshelf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I decided to make it my daily planner recently. If there\u2019s one thing to know about me it\u2019s that I\u2019ll repurpose everything I can, especially physical items.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I ripped out the remaining paper down to the spine, repurposed a freebie journal I got at a job fair, added plastic pockets I got in the dollar aisle at Target, and started sectioning things inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I made pages for my weekly and monthly days, my bill tracking, and my incoming package tracker. That\u2019s all I want to track nowadays. Anything more is just noise but I\u2019m not averse to adding more pages down the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Anyway I hope I can find another freebie journal to repurpose for it once I\u2019ve lived in the other pages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Above all I enjoy looking at it. Just having it as my daily planner keeps her alive for me just a little bit more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That\u2019s all I wanted to say. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Hug your best friend for me, will you?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of years before my best friend A passed away, we were in the habit of sending each other care packages. Books, birthday presents, pins, patches, whatever we thought the other might enjoy. Sometimes we\u2019d also send random snail mail letters, just for the fun of it. I say random, because we talked online [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-auteur"],"featured_image_src":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"Guilliean","author_link":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/author\/desertskirt\/"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/phiPhz-G","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":45,"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42\/revisions\/45"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melted.ink\/memoir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}