At various times in my life, I have tried to maintain a personal diary; But it’s either I didn’t have the discipline to continue them or perhaps I felt my personal life wasn’t really interesting enough to write it down.
Growing up in the 60s and 70s, I was totally a child of my environment. I had dreams and fears, and I was impatient to get on with life. Life was uncomplicated. At least that’s what I choose to remember.
It’s November. And Christmas is just around the corner; now is 5am, I’ve just boarded a plane (again), and for some reason I am thinking through the craziness that was 2016.