Is the memoir played out?

I made a resolution I didn’t even begin.

I have all of my diaries from the first time I wrote down a personal story. I thought, “Hey, maybe I’ll start adapting this stuff into some type of narrative.” Basically, I was going to start on a memoir. I’m not saying that my story is earth-shattering, but I generally entertain people regaling them with stories of how ridiculous my life can be. I thought, at the least, putting this together in a more complete form could sharpen my writing skills, flex a different muscle.

I decided to spend at least an hour every day of my work week writing this. My journals (and one diary with clouds, an inspirational verse and a flimsy lock) still sit in the attic. I psyched myself out.

I think, why would anyone be interested in my life (true, I said before I was going to do this for me)? Do I want to recreate any of these painful and/or embarrassing experiences?