...every year I would start with the best of intentions, to faithfully record my most innermost thoughts and dreams on the pages of a carefully selected diary. The pages were white and crisp, smooth, creaseless, unsmudged. I couldn't wait to carefully date the first page and always started with "What I Got for Christmas."
And every year, beginning about January 5, the entries would start to dwindle, getting shorter, less insightful, less neatly written.
And eventually the pages on the diary remained pristine, untouched by pen or pencil.
So goes this blog.
I will do better.
So I promise, my faithful followers.