About one year ago, I started three books for three people. My intuition was to make kind of diary- books for friendship, where I write in whenever I experienced or enjoyed something with the particular friend together. This would be a really nice memory- book, I thought and started writing. Whenever I met the friend or we had fun together, I would take the book and write in the most hilarious moments and funny jokes.
Within the last months, especially in terms of my tidying marathon, however, I realized that I, myself, do not like such kind of books, even more, they strain me.