Almost at 50

The thing is - nobody gives enough of a shit about you to find your diary. Or mine. Or the majority of the world's population. And you don't seem the type to have random nosy gossiping friends, so again, no one is going to find your "diary." I prefer to call mine a "journal" though - sounds more manly and I only use it to catalog events about, I dunno, four times a year? It's quite interesting to look back on how your through process and goals changed. And then give yourself a hefty bitch slap for it.