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.

If this might continue, I shall be glad. I think it will, however, and this is the reason why. I believe I’ve infected them with my good nature, so now they will continue to infect me. (I have a sore throat right now, but I mean something different) I’m smiling for no reason and laughing at my own jokes, thanks to those about me. So what am I saying? Ancient Chinese secret: Happiness is contagious, pass it on.

It’s also known as self-confidence, but that’s a good way of putting it. (By the way, love the sore throat reality check in this one.)