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.

It’s been awhile and it’s not because there was nothing going on, it’s just that I’ve been busy. Today, though, something exciting happened and at 10 in the morning I feel wide awake. – More so than I’ve been in a while. People listened while I spoke. Exactly how many, I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter because I was there, talking and telling everyone something of who I was. Radio may be for me and may not, all that matters is that a dream/goal of mine came full circle and whenever that happens, it’s a good thing.

Ah, now this is a nice entry that brings some pleasant memories flooding back. At the beginning of my second year of college, a friend of mine went to sign up to be on the college radio station, and since I have a deep voice, he asked if I wanted to come with. I did it on a whim, and got a morning slot once every week. I really loved it, and would have a show for the rest of my college career. I even ended up becoming the music director of the station. Ironically, the friend that invited me didn’t get a show.