The perfect red. Genuine goatskin leather. Impeccable stitching. Gold detailing. It exudes confidence, power, prestige, class. An accessory that is also chic, polished and smart.
December 4, 2012. I began to unwrap a box wrapped and sent by my mother. It was my birthday – my twenty fifth birthday. The year that was bound to mark a change in my path – my self, my goals, my purpose – all through the power of one gift. I opened the box that had been its home and ran my hand across the rippled, grained, shiny leather. I opened it up and thumbed through its thick, smooth pages.
My well-manicured nails (OPI’s lincoln park after dark, my 2012 winter staple, to be exact) grabbed the nearest pen… then hesitated. I was afraid to de-virginize the crisp, clean, gilded pages. I thought carefully of what to inscribe and then thought I did not have anything worthy of recording. This would be my first lesson. ANYTHING that I think and write has value.
But while I was still figuring this very valuable lesson out, I carried around my new notebook with me. Empty.
Page 1: There finally came a time when words became worthy. “2013 Goals”. I wrote down 3 bullet points for each of the following seven topics: wealth, career, free time, health, relationships, personal development and community.
Page 2: “Company Names” I had decided that this would be the year I would launch my own “thing” – and page two had the pleasure of exploring all of the options of what that brand could, should and would be called.
Page 3: “What if the only REAL way to be sane --- was to allow yourself to go crazy?”
Had I gone crazy? I had begun carrying around what I declared my Power Bitch Notebook as an accessory. It was not the season’s most coveted handbag, an expensive scarf, or a signature red heeled pair of shoes (though all of those accessories always made me feel like a million bucks), but it was my notebook that I began turning to to complete each outfit.
My notebook served as what I called my ‘power pop of red’. It became the background to #manimonday instagram posts, a place where I would write inspirational quotes and a piece that I would hold under my arm similar to how one would carry their clutch.
It also became the staple accessory I would hold in one hand while I held my tortoise-cased iPhone in another – standing in front of my bedroom’s full body mirror to take a selfie (or 7) of myself wearing new leopard print pants.
I carried it so much that others began to take notice.
My notebook literally transformed what I was to what I am and contains all that I currently wish to become. Not only serving as the muse for what I would create, but existing as the portal in which I would ponder.
It was inside my Power Bitch Notebook that I scribbled, “she didn’t know she could… until she did.”
And I did. Through the power of my writing I developed a new mentality and grew into a new person. I went from an unsure mid-twenty year-old girl to a power bitch. Fear became my friend. When I saw situations that scared me – I bolted towards them. My goal for each new fear was always to overcome.
If you ask me, notebook is the new clutch. What’s on your mind is just as important as what’s around your neck (or shoulder or wrist). And what better way to cultivate a budding mind and ambition than in a beautiful, inspiring book?
That worth thinking, is worth writing and quite possibly worth sharing. Capture your brilliance. Cultivate your dreams and ambitions. Create your own story.
My Power Bitch Notebook literally inspired me enough to want to share it – with you, and you, and you.
Write, scribble and dream on, power bitches.