For as long as I can remember, I’ve always considered myself a writer.
But if you had asked me twenty years ago—or ten years ago, or five—to sit down and write my future, no measure of creativity or imagination would have accurately placed me at the desk I’m sitting at this morning. As we wander through the world, we all make choices. We all make mistakes—some fortuitous, some devastating. And we all stumble into a little opportunity, somewhere along the way.
I can’t explain it, but I’ve been focused lately on life’s unexpected fortune, and its heartbreaking disappointments. I’m not terminally ill, nor am I facing one of life’s great milestones—the types of things that often cause us to reflect on our accomplishments or failures. I’ve just been thinking. Read more…












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