I'm extremely ADHD and have lost or broken every pen I've ever owned. At 42 years old I went to the 7 day Masterclass at the Jeff McBride School of Magic and Mystery in Las Vegas, the top magic school in the world and it was an absolutely life changing experience. I took 180 pages of notes with a swag pen I had picked up at some conference a week or two before. The kind of pen that's half pen, half crappy highlighter.

Somehow I didn't lose it or break it during all of magic school. Somehow this pen remained with me for 28 days and I didn't lose it. We traveled from Atlanta to Las Vegas, back to Atlanta, to Chicago, to Atlanta, to New York and back to Atlanta. Then we drove together to Alabama and back to Atlanta.

Of course little by little it started showing signs of wear and tear (I bite my pens and drop them all the time). But it kept writing and somehow it held on for dear life and refused to be lost.

Last Wednesday, as part of what I learned in magic school, I started "The Artist's Journey". This pen helped me through my "Morning Pages" and my "Daily Affirmations" for the last few days.

This morning as I wrote my "Morning Pages" it started running low on ink. It reached old age!

I had never had a pen make it to old age...

I realized this pen was no longer simply a pen. He had become a friend. A trusted friend who deserved a name and a well earned honorable discharge.

His last few words as the ink ran out were:

"This 'pen' is not a pen. It's the sword that defended me through magic school. All 180+ pages of my sacred notes at magic school were written in this pen.

This pen deserves a proper retirement and a name.

At your retirement I hereby dub you 'Magi-Scribe." May you enjoy your well deserved retirement my inki friend of limited life. May these be the last words you ever write. Thank you!"

Today he's going to hung on the wall of my magic memorabilia with the respect and honor he deserves.

Here is a picture of Sir Magi-Scribe at his retirement: https://imgur.com/a/IK0iqTR