And that's it. As of 11:48 this morning, I officially have one foot in the grave.

This project was a lot harder than I expected it to be, actually. Who remembers things that happened when they were one? But in talking with family and friends, loved ones who would remember, I learned a lot and remembered more things I'd forgotten.

Moreover, I learned about myself. Not from what I wrote, necessarily, but from what I chose to write about. It's one's actions that define who he is, but it's also his surroundings, his friends and family, his environment. All of it touched me, but some of it happened in ways I might not have expected to last at the time. Going back over it helped me realize which events in my personal history really molded me into what I am, and which that seemed so significant at the time actually weren't.

I hope you've enjoyed my month of navel-gazing. Was it really important? Maybe not in the grand scheme of things -- but to me it has been. And let's face it, I've never pretended to be grand. Except maybe in pants size.