Meta Me

This blog grew from a habit of daily writing, a habit that began when I was in high school and a student teacher made us keep a journal. This would be a commonplace book of sorts, the teacher said. We could use it to reflect on the books we were reading, the lives we were living. Decades later I'm still on assignment, still scribbling to make sense of things.

One thing I hadn't done much is to read the journals I've written. Except for the odd case when I needed to check a date or a fact, I've tucked each book away as soon as I finished it and moved on to the next one.

Until recently, that is. For some reason I've gotten interested in what I wrote last year or the year before. These are not exactly page-turners — I know how they end! — but I'm finding it a useful way to herd stray thoughts and gain perspective.

So even though it's the ultimate meta exercise — not only do I analyze my life while I'm living it but then I read the analysis! — I'm pressing on. It's a meta me!