Surfacing

I keep a diary. I started writing every night before I went to bed when I turned twelve, inspired by a bright orange Peanuts diary, complete with metal lock and key, that I received as a birthday gift. The cover depicted Lucy and a big speech bubble that read, "KEEP OUT!" That night, I began to write.

My dad was very supportive. He said that the Chinese have a saying, paraphrased something like: "If you keep a diary for a year, you will be successful. Keep a diary for ten years, and you will have already succeeded." The funny thing was, nine years, three hundred and forty-eight days after my first diary entry, I graduated from Harvard. I thought that was pretty eerie. I've been writing ever since.

But my point: if you keep a diary (or even a blog), you will understand what I mean when I say that once you miss a day of writing, the following days become that much harder because you remember that now you'll have to cover everything that has happened since you last wrote. That's how I feel these days.

I've been drowning for a little while. You could probably guess. But so much has happened that I don't know where to start. Productivity experts tell you not to worry about what you've missed because it will just prevent you from starting. So here I am, ready to move forward again.

See you around.

(If you're going to the NCIBA tradeshow this weekend, stop by and say Hi at the Shen's table.)