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.

Sometimes I don’t get much sleep, but the reason is good enough tonight. Sometimes I don’t smile enough, but I’ll get by just the same. Sometimes I think stupid things, but I always get smart again. There’s a lot of time in this life. I want to use every second of it.

I’ve always felt that I’m going to live to be about 84. This has helped set my mind at ease with all the things I want to do in life. It always feels like I have plenty of time. I’ll probably start panicking around 75, but for now, I’m good.