My grandmother gave me a small journal as a gift when I was kid and remember her telling me how important it was for me to keep a journal. Not only for myself but for others after me to reflect on my journeys and memories. Twenty five years later there isn’t a word written in that damn book. That was a good bit of advice my grandma gave me. Seriously though. Who has time to sit down and write about your adventures? There are better things to waste your time doing! Occasionally I’ll get a flashback and have a bit of remorse for not taking that advice. How many times have you had a long lost memory come back to you after it’s been long forgotten? I don’t know about you but I’ve had a lot of damn good times in my life. I don’t want to forget about them.

No more excuses. I don’t give a shit if no one ever reads this but me. I have a lot of awesome adventures behind me and even more in front of me. I’ve never been more excited about the future as I am now and I can’t wait to tell my stories both new and old.  This is how it’s going to begin. I’m going to make time.