Since childhood, I've had a fascination with the concept of past lives.
As in the one lived yesterday.
Yesterday was the 55th anniversary of my birth. Since 1972, I've not missed a single day of writing in both a daybook and a journal. When I care to know who I was being on oh, say, March 3rd, 1981 I can go look it up and read--hear my voice at the age of 24. There was no Internet then, of course, so my record is housed in a Mead spiral bound 5 subject notebook.…