The Diary of A Madman


As I walked in the door from anther 10 hours in the over 100 degree heat, my wife greeted me with a conversation-

Would you like to go get a journal to track your progress with your journey into Buddhism and meditation?

I replied with an eye roll…

A journal? Is that a nice way of saying diary? I’m a 52 year-old male…..not a 10 year-old girl….

I continued as she looked at me blankly and batted her eyes…

Why would I need to keep a diary I blog all my stuff. What I don’t blog I keep stored n logged up in my brain. It’s the perfect system….it’s what I have it for…no I don’t need a diary…I keep it all right up here…

I said as I tapped my temple.

I finished and went back to the bedroom to change out of my sweaty work clothes and thought to myself-

Sheesh women and their diaries….

So anyway,

I got a journal and a nice pen……

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