
It’s weird how much you don’t remember, even of your own life.
Even things that happened not that long ago can come back to you as total surprises.
I opened an old worn copy of my One Line a Day journal this morning and was flipping through dates.
On June 14th, 2017, I had lunch in Oklahoma City with a guy named Mark Daigneault, an up and coming coach in the G-League of the NBA…and now he’s the head coach and defending NBA champion of the Oklahoma City Thunder. On Dec 7th, 2017, we woke up to four inches of snow on our ranch. On October 19th, 2019 I had to kill a rattlesnake near the garage. A couple months later, I was walking my boys down our road when two loose pit bulls attacked us. I frantically searched around for anything to fight them off with before miraculously, mysteriously they ran back in the direction they had come from.
July 2nd, 2018 was the day I wrote the first words of Stillness is the Key. July 2nd, 2017 is the day my oldest son crawled for the first time. In the fall of 2019, I kept popping in to “look at that building” which would become The Painted Porch over a year later.
On a very disappointing day in February 2023, I discovered that an employee I had just promoted was actually stealing from us—and the next day, had a very emotionally difficult confrontation with them about it.
March 30th, 2025: I took my son to see Hamilton, and then we got sushi after. March 17th, 2022: We drove six hours to Balmorhea to swim in one of the most amazing spring-fed pools in the world. March 12th, 2020: My wife and I called and woke up her parents who were in Europe and told them we really, really thought they needed to come home because this pandemic thing was real. The next day, my son was home and the lockdowns began.
In late April 2019, I had a call with an accountant we were using and I lost my temper and yelled and fired him in a way I regretted even in the moment. On Christmas evening in both 2024 and 2025, we went to the same Waffle House in Florida near the airport.
To catch a tight morning flight out of JFK in June of 2024, I got to fly in a helicopter to the airport…and then the next day I woke up with COVID. Over a four-day stretch in September 2023, my kids and I got our ATV stuck in the mud on our ranch, then I flew to LA to interview Arnold Schwarzenegger… before driving to Ojai for a talk the next morning…before flying so I could be home with the kids for twenty hours before flying back to LA to do a talk with Robert Greene to a sold out crowd at the historic Wilshire Ebell Theatre.
I remember some of these things better than others. I know what happened because I wrote it all down.
I’m sure there’s “better” stuff tucked away in the some 3,300 days I’ve filled out so far, and if I was writing a memoir or something, maybe I would take the time to find those keystone days. That’s not really the point. What strikes me most about what I see when I flip through it is the ordinary wonderful days, the little moments and memories, the rhythms of life on a ranch, as a writer, as a parent.
I see the person I was. I see the person I am becoming. I see the person I want to be again. I see mistakes I don’t want to make anymore.
I don’t remember exactly how, when, or where I first heard about the One Line a Day journal, but it’s changed my life. Although I’ve been journaling off and on for longer, I’ve been using one of these One Line a Day Journals for nine years now, going on ten. It’s something I’ve done every single day. Sometimes in the morning, but usually at night before bed. I take a few minutes and I write down something that feels like it defines the day I just had—something I wanted to remember about the day.
I’ve taken it pretty much everywhere in the U.S., and all over the world (Europe, Australia, South America at least). The pages are structured so you write just one line for each day, and the years stack on top of each other. January 14th, 2017 sits above January 14th, 2018, which sits above 2019, 2020, 2021, and so on. So you can see what you wrote on the same date one, two, five years ago.
In these pages, I can see multiple drives across the country. I can see the patterns of catching colds and overworking. I can see the rhythms of the retail and the speaking businesses. I can see the ups and downs of nearly half my marriage. I can see the entirety of COVID. I can see political trends. I can chart books I conceived, wrote, published and promoted. I can see my kids growing up.
Some of it I vaguely remember. Most of it I had completely forgotten (On August 28th 2019, I apparently had dinner at a table with Condoleezza Rice and Paul Ryan. What?! What did we talk about? I don’t remember.) And without these pages, it would all be gone.
From these jottings, I can piece things back together. I can travel back in time. I can marvel at the absurdities. I can be grateful. I can try to remember how easy it is to get lost in the day-to-dayness of your own existence while you’re in it.
One line. One sentence. What did I think about today? Where did I go? What happened? How am I doing?
That’s it.
It sounds like nothing. And in a way, it is nothing—but those words accumulate. And after years of entries, you have something priceless: a record of who you’ve been, what you’ve done, how you’ve gotten to where you are.
When Joan Didion was five years old, her mother gave her a small notebook, to keep her busy, and it did—for the rest of her life. Of course, she used those notebooks as a writer and screenwriter, but Didion was reluctant to reduce her notebooks to just a professional tool. In a famous essay called “On Keeping a Notebook,” she flips through scraps of dialogue she had put down at a train station in Delaware, or recollections of childhood experiences, or facts about pollution in New York City. She wonders why she had bothered to write it all down. Who was this person who had felt the need to record so many seemingly banal things?
Then she realized, that was the point. “I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be,” she writes. “We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.” Capturing little thoughts and moments—however seemingly mundane or insignificant—in the pages of her notebook was, she wrote, a way of keeping in touch with herself, a way of remembering “what it was to be me.”
A journal is a means of taking a picture, both of what you see in a moment…and the person seeing it.
Perhaps there is no area of life where such a practice is more helpful and important than parenting. Because you’re so busy and so much is happening and you can so easily forget to remember who you and they were day to day. (That’s what I built The Daily Dad Journal around. One question every day for five years.)
When I flip back through my journals, the person who wrote those entries a year ago, five years ago, nine years ago feels like a stranger in some ways. His concerns were different. His kids were smaller. His life was calmer. It was also crazier. But he’s also recognizably me. I can see the threads that connect us, the patterns that persist, the things that mattered then and still matter now. All the selves I have been on the way to becoming who I am today.
The biggest regret that comes through? Besides wishing that I slowed down a little and was present more…is that I wish I had started the journal earlier and could go back even further.
It’s a gift to be able to check in with all those past versions of me. To stay on nodding terms with them. To remember what it was to be them.
A gift that costs almost nothing.
Just one line a day.
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