This will make the third time in my adult life that I’ve tried to maintain some kind of journal. Back in 1994, I did it for a few weeks in July. Then, in 2001, I managed to sustain one for almost a year. I can’t say for certain that this one will fare any better. But I’ve found going over those older journals that they serve as really great snapshots of those particular moments. So even if I fail to maintain the discipline to keep writing at least an occasional entry, at least I’ll have a snapshot of this moment in my life. That seems worthwhile.