First of many posts ..

I have never been very good at maintaining a journal. The thought of writing down the trivialities of my daily life gives me a headache. I remember times in Boy Scouts when the lesson was about keeping a record for your family members in the coming generations. I figure it would be yawn-inducing to read about great, great, great, great Grandfather Dean's thoughtful contemplation on which candy bar he chose at the store or how he felt when the Jazz lost yet another championship run? The better person inside of me is raging even as I write this because my first kiss, one of many family vacations, how I felt when I hit my first home run all would be worth reading about. I'm actually feeling quite guilty at the moment for not writing about those ... I guess I'll quit the negative perspective towards personal record keeping and wait for the next worthy event to write about.