The other day I found an old notebook of mine on a bottom shelf in my shop.
I flipped through the mostly blank pages, but did find a couple of journal entries. I learned from these entries, among other things, that it cost us $1,400 to move our stuff 4 miles in 2004 when we bought the home we live in today.
I was also reminded that I had started a daily journal in 2004 that lasted 5 days.
I have many daily journals like this one. Some were started in physical notebooks. Some in Evernote. Some in The Brain. Some in Google Docs. Some in Word. Some on lined paper. Some on grid paper. One in a journal workbook I learned about from Tim Ferriss.
Today I start one here. The final resting place for my daily musings. But why here and why now?
Why not?