Exposing my Psyche

I have never successfully kept a journal. For as long as I can remember, I will go out and buy a beautifully bound book full of lovely blank pages just waiting for my deep and profound thoughts. I buy fountain pens with a rainbow of ink so that I can fit the color of the ink to my mood and then I sit down to write and …. nothing. Nothing comes to mind. The page just mocks me.

This has been going on since I was seven years old.

I've paid the price for this. I started a business memoir many...