The Boox Note Air 2 I got last month had been serving as my new journal until I woke up on Jan 4 to find all my notes gone, completely. Not only the notes I’d taken to prepare for job interviews, but also those reflecting on my state of mind at year’s end. To recap the latter, I’d been upset that COVID had upended our plans to hang with the kids, recognizing now the precious relatively few days we’ll have together before I assume room temperature one day. And the recognition that alcohol was taking from me more than I was comfortable with, leading to the handshake with Andi in Room #2 of Hotel Kostrzewa to forego drinking in 2022. (Post-agreement update: on the advice of Wharton’s Katy Milkman, we’re giving ourselves two mulligans, so we can be more resilient if we fall off the wagon).
So that brings us to this weekend. What a magnificent thing it is to not struggle with hangovers or the temptation to drink on the weekend. We went on a hike in Buck’s County, PA on Saturday and got an alcohol-free dinner (Mexican) in Frenchtown, NJ afterwards. Back home that night, I conspired with Dan K to make music. And today, light rain falling on melting pond ice, I went to the gym, hung out with Andi, practiced drums, heard from Natalie and David, wrote letters to people I love, and now this journal entry. I am so grateful.
Chris Bell's Journalismo 