I’m one of those people who typically takes stock at the end of the year, looking back over my challenges and goals and seeing where I made progress—or where I stalled or even regressed. Usually I set intentions for the upcoming year, and try to greet the new year with some sort of hope, optimism
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s
I am one of the 2 or 3 people on earth who is not particularly a fan of Springtime. Since my childhood in Vermont, I haven’t liked its fickle “This morning it’s 65! This afternoon it’s snowing!” behavior. I’m not a big fan of the color yellow, daylight after 6 pm, or Easter baskets (what’s