It is almost 5 am. I have been up for an hour. A Kind of Blue is playing on my record player, sipping April Earl Grey Tea sent by Sebastiaan Hooft, a Dutch DJ, and entrepreneur. I am trying to get past yesterday, which was pretty much a wash for me.

It was the eighteenth anniversary of a historical event that has changed the course of history. I remember the day and its events, watching in horror what unfolded. The world has changed since. Anil Dash, who writes an essay every year, perhaps feels the pain as acutely today, as he did eighteen years ago, even if he spends, “a lot of time with people for whom 9/11 is only history.”

I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of sadness and a sense of anxiety, which increased my stress levels which inturn impacts my diabetes and it leads to a cascade of events, that are hard to manage. My usual recourse when something like this happens, I tend to tune out the world and meditate. I just try and be away from stimuli. I tried to do that yesterday and fell into an uneasy sleep, haunted by snippets of the past.

September 11 made me appreciate Dave Winer and blogging, and by extension, social media. It made me understand blogging’s place in society, something that influenced how I thought about everything in the future.

That’s why I know why today will be better.

September 12, 2019, San Francisco.