I needed a no-brainer, fast kind of page tonight. No time to work on it earlier today and late home from church, no sleep last night and a dad who is away and it all ads up to a need for quick and easy page. So, I poked around my “in progress” folder and came across this piece of journaling I jotted down and saved from way back in 2007.

I had a young infant then, so not lot of time for scrapbooking. I do remember that I wanted to somehow save my feelings from that moment before the final Harry Potter book came out, I read the story, and my perspective on the whole series was changed forever. So I sat at the computer, free wrote this little piece, saved it, and it has been lanquishing in a folder for four years now waiting for me to snap a photo and make a page. Eh, I decided no photo was necessary.

Journaling reads:

T-minus two hours and counting. Less actually as it is 10:19 Central Daylight Time. Anticipation, dread, a feeling of bittersweet is what comes to mind right now at this moment. I have waited seven long years to find out how Harry’s saga would end. Yes, I came to the series late so didn’t have to anticipate the first three books. I am so anxious to have the book in my hand, to savor the pages, to see how JK ends this epic plotting she has been creating all these years. Yet, I also am dreading the end. Life will somehow be missing something without the next Harry Potter book to look forward to. Sure, there are many more important things in life, but literary anticipation is one of those little things that brings me such joy.
My twelfth hour predictions? Good WILL triumph over evil. I don’t think she will kill off Harry. She has said that two characters will die. I know one will be Voldemort. My prediction is that the other will be Neville, poor chap. Don’t know why, but that is my guess. I will know tomorrow.
I would LOVE to go to Wal-Mart at the stroke of midnight (Matt keeps teasing me about going in my witch’s robes) and eagerly grab up my copy. What good would it do me? As a mom I still have to sleep so I can function tomorrow. So instead I will wait until morning (early morning) to get my copy. I will anxiously await naptime and nursings so that that I can snatch a few pages here and there. I can’t wait. I’m so happy. I’m so sad. Until the end…
I didn’t change a thing from it — just copied and pasted. I like this kind of free-write scrapbooking. I may have to do some more of it.
P.S. I am so glad that Neville didn’t die — he ended up being one of my favorite characters.