It wasn’t easy, but it was good. I would say I have a really great outline of my life story after a nearly full day of writing. I realized at the end I had forgotten a few key pieces, such as the traveling I’ve done and some of the opportunities I had in high school. I don’t expect anyone to ever read it (and I actually hope they don’t) but I think it’s important for everyone to chronicle their life, if for no other reason than to just have it on paper for themselves. I know I have a lot of life to live, but it feels good to have the first 25 years down on paper. Or, well, virtual paper.

Just for kicks, here’s my first little paragraph I wrote. I have not gone back and edited anything, but I think that’s the fun of it – it’s just a flow of thoughts, of what you can remember, in the order you remember it. And sometimes, in the order you’ve been told it…

So many components of my life were set into motion before I was born. I suppose this is true for everyone, but it seems glaringly evident when I look back. I was born on September 7, 1985, to a 17-year-old high school senior. She hadn’t meant to get pregnant, but when she found out she was, she decided to embrace the process of adoption. I cannot know for sure what sort of struggle she might have gone through to come to this decision, but it is the decision itself that counts for me: here I am, alive and happy.