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.

I’ve already done things that I think I don’t know how to do. I just forget that I know how to do them. Actually, everything is pretty much really easy, but I’m really lazy and I’ve got to get my act together so I can remember what it’s like to feel successful and accomplished again. It’s been a long time.

There’s so much that I’ve always wanted to do, and the biggest obstacle I face isn’t laziness, it’s time. My mind tricks me into thinking I’m lazy, though. For example, when I have to sleep for 6 hours or something, I get mad at myself and wish I only needed 5 hours of sleep.