Along with blogging, for the last few years I've journaled a little. Once in a while I pull out an old one and skim through it - it's amazing how one can relive the glory and pain of a few months by reading what was written on the page.
Tonight I paged through my first Moleskine. ("my first Moleskine" sounds like a product that a writer would buy his toddler....). It was a gift I received while speaking at a conference...a conference where I said a lot of things that, had they known I was going to say them, would have led them to invite someone else.
The early entries in that journal - scribbled at the event and on the plane on the way home - reference the fact that I'd gone 90 degrees from conventional wisdom and rattled cages. I was bothered by that, but not to the point of wishing I'd not said what I said.
In the margin two days later, I wrote:
"Living without fear of man does not mean peoples' reactions never bother you. It means that they never sway your course."
Not a bad way of thinking. I'm going to page through this one a little more slowly.