If you happen to keep a list of my daily activities at your side at all times, you’ll note that the above headline was written yesterday. That’s as far as I got. I did clean the kitchen, but it took the entire day. The entire day. It’s not that it was that messy (I mean, it was, but no room can be that messy), it was just all I had in me.
A book about one’s self is an awkward thing to share. It really has to mean something, to contribute a needed additive to the world, or else it is just an embarrassing vanity project. The only way this threshold can be sufficiently met by the book I wrote is if my brain processed, filtered and interpreted my experiences in the right way. I am nervous about this. I really, really, really hate vanity projects. I don’t want to have created one. Now, with just two days until everyone can read it, I guess I’m about to find out if I did