Origin

A few days ago I started a journal with three simple goals: to finish it cover to cover, avoid -to the best of my ability- writing too many things that would make my future self cringe, and to be honest with myself. If you can't be honest when you are alone with yourself than you can't be honest anywhere. 

Today a friend told me, as he has many time before, that I should write a book about my life. He argues that I already have a plot and characters, so why not. The biggest "why not" is I am rightfully insecure about my writing abilities. The one thing I love in life above most everything is a story. I love to hear them and tell them. Instead of writing a book, maybe I'll settle for a blog of anecdotes.