Holding Myself Accountable: Finishing What I Started
I promised myself that I would write a book—not just any book—my book, built from the 66 weeks I spent in Leavenworth, Kansas prison camp, where I documented my journey through weekly newsletters.
In a way, the book is already written. All I have to do is piece it together, add the stories I couldn’t share while I was inside (because trust me, if I had, I would’ve landed in some serious trouble), and refine it into something more meaningful.
But somewhere along the way, the project grew. It became bigger in scope and depth. I started adding new stories and thoughts and even invited friends to contribute chapters with their own perspectives on prison. I don’t just want another prison book—who wants to read that? Nobody. I want something inspirational that gives people a real shot at taking away something valuable.
And yet, here I am. Invited to a book showcase—not exactly a showcase, but an event for authors to present their books. Except, I don’t have a book. I have newsletters, experiences, and a great story to tell. But I don’t have the finished product, and that bugs me.
Because this isn’t about the event, this is about accountability.
I committed. I told myself I would get this done. And I haven’t. That’s unacceptable.
So here’s me holding myself accountable. I’m calling on my accountability partners, Forrest and Phil, to stay on me, push me, and make sure I follow through. Because this book is brilliant. It’s funny. It’s insightful. And it’s just sitting there, waiting for me to pull it together and finish it.
No more excuses. No more delays.
Your journey isn’t over until your life is over. And I made a promise to finish this book. By God’s wrath, I will finish it.
This is going in my Coops Weekly. It’s official. Hold me to it.
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