A few days later, I was driving back from scouting out a gigantic house for a photo shoot. I was feeling put-upon for not having landed in the womb that would have given me access to the neighborhood with big houses and people jogging around on a workday. And then I thought, maybe I need to start this journal.
So I made a quick detour to Barnes and Noble to get a pocket notebook. And as I was driving, I composed my first (and so far, only) entry:
I am grateful to have had an upbringing that results in me having the trust of people I trust, the respect of people I respect, and the love of people I love.
This, I believe, is more than enough.