On journaling and a new identity
During the last week of my mom's life, as I sat with her, I needed something to occupy my time. I had been meaning to get my journal entries off of my old LiveJournal for a long time but I kept putting it off. I just didn't have the time to sit with my computer and do it. I had decided to do it manually, copying and pasting each entry. As I sat and went through it, I read most of those old entries. I was so grateful to that past self for documenting that time of my life. Roger and I were newlyweds and were knee deep in a pretty creative period of our musical careers but on the other hand, I had just recently finished grad school and was feeling like a failure (I know that sounds backwards, but that's a different story). As I began my journal, I had just started working at Apple and was trying to figure out what to do with my life. It was like reading the life of another person. I barely recognized that twenty-something young woman. It's now twenty-something years later