Somewhere in my house (and I know exactly where) there are a series of notebooks full of my journal. Some of those entries date back to when I was as young as twelve years old. I refer to this collection of writings as a “journal” and not a diary, quite honestly, because in my adolescent years I felt that keeping a diary was something only girls did, but keeping a journal… that was something done by every good leader and even way back then I had some aspirations to do and be more than just an average person. (For the record, I still feel very much like an average person; like I can do more with each day.) Continue reading →