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.

In my quest not to lie, I almost told one. It’s not important that I almost did, but that I stopped myself and did not. It seems the natural human propensity to lie is hard to resist. The pointless lie never left my lips. To be sure, if I hadn’t made the promise to myself, I would have carried through without a thought. My own promise at least helped me to see what I was about to do. I should promise myself to not make any stupid emotional mistakes. But then where would the adventure of life be? I also ate holy pizza today.

Holy pizza?! I want some of that now. I’m impressed that I was actually sticking to not lying. I’m going to try that right now. I’m going to try to make it through an entire day without a lie or even a half truth. Pretty sure it’s going to be difficult.