It’s perhaps an embarrassment—that even though I keep a regular journal and have done so for more than 5 years, I have scant record of what I was actually thinking about at the time.
I don’t mean the big events of life—those I tracked in my journaling—but the sort of pedestrian wonderings that comprise so much of my waking hours.
I’ve realized, to my delight, that the blog accomplishes this record—though with the caveat that some musings may be of interest to no one but me.
Taylor Coe 