I went back and read a few of the earliest entries. I'm not the person I was then. I wonder when that changed. The aging process is weird that way. Bit by bit, piece by piece, what you were becomes what you are. It happens in the mirror, and it happens where the mirror cannot peer. It's strange now to go back ten years and peek into my own mind. My concerns seem petty, my writing trite, my life some one else's. Ten years from now will I read this and think the same thing?
If so, I'll now take the opportunity to tell the person I will become that if you come back to read this, you might be smarter and better placed in the world than I am, but I'm a hell of a lot prettier.
Looks like I'll be getting the surgery for the incisional hernia I've developed from my liver transplant scar. Surgery is scheduled for June 2.
Yippee.