I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Even a little something that brings me closer would be good. Ok 2 hours on something. Work on something, business, ideas, stories, whatever.

The world is slowing down and when it stops to spin, that’s when I’ll fly away.

I’m wondering if I have a job at this point in my life. If not, why could I only spend 2 hours a day on my goals? And why did I pick that number in the first place? Funny, I still play this game with myself, forcing a schedule of productivity on myself. I just know on my deathbed my final thought is going to be of something I forgot to do.