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Exciting news!

If you’re a reader, you may or may not be familiar with Michael Anderle’s Kurtherian Gambit Universe. If you haven’t heard of it, then you might want to check it out. Seriously. Just be prepared to spend hours/days/months devouring all the books currently available, with more coming out faster than you ever thought books could be published. To say that he and the rest of the Kurtherian and Oriceran authors over at LMBPN Publishing are on an aggressive rapid-release schedule is putting it very mildly.

Back to being familiar with the Kurtherian Gambit Universe. One of the very special things that Micheal created was an opportunity for fans to write stories within his universe and have them published under LMBPN’s banner. You read that right: fanfic that is sanctioned and published by the universe’s creator. Obviously, there are rules to follow and only select stories as voted in by readers make the cut, but it’s yet another thing that sets this universe apart. The best-selling first anthology, Tales from the Kurtherian Universe: Fans Write For The Fans: Book 1 was such a hit with readers, fans, authors and admins alike, that he was asked if another anthology could happen.

Enter Tales from the Kurtherian Universe: Fans Write For The Fans: Book 2.

The process of getting a new anthology into the works started back in February. Several people decided to try their hand at writing a short story (or three, or five) for consideration. Many of them had never written a story of any kind before. Others had done some writing but were shy about sharing. A few were already dedicated to pursuing a lifelong dream and leaped on the chance to share the stories living in their heads that had been inspired by the books they so eagerly devoured.

Throughout all the weeks of writing, sharing, fixing of canon issues, initial editing, and the myriad other things that happen when a bunch of individuals exercises their creativity with the full support and encouragement of their fellow fans and readers, a lot of magic happened.

When the formal submission link opened in April, twenty-six short stories and poems were submitted for review before the submission close deadline was reached. One of them was mine.

Fast-forward through the reading period, the tallying of votes, the announcement that not one, but TWO new anthologies would be happening because so many stories met the criteria for inclusion (Book 3 is due to release later this year; September, I believe), the contract signing, and the formal editing and JIT processes to publishing.

Yesterday was a nerve-wracking day. LMBPN hit “Publish” early in the morning. Amazon was apparently backlogged, so the book didn’t release until early evening. I and six other newly-minted authors were all but coming out of our skin waiting for the book to launch. I can’t speak for the other two authors whose works are also in Book 2; one of them is an established author in the KGU and with his independent works, the other was published in Book 1. Our fellow fans and readers were equally impatient for the launch. I truly don’t know who cheered loudest when the link was finally available: all I know is that it was resounding, as evidenced by the coveted orange “Bestseller” tag that appeared on the book less than twelve hours after launch.

As I write this, Book 2 is currently ranked:

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Thank you. Thank you to all the fans and readers around the world who not only encouraged my fellow authors and me to write and share our creations but who support us and LMBPN Publishing in every way that matters. You all rock.

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Christmas Wishes (and other things)

So much has happened in the years since I first decided to start expressing myself in a somewhat more public fashion. Good times, bad times; times when living became sheer monotony as I wearily slogged through a fog of seemingly endless workdays and travel. Years when finding any iota of Christmas spirit has felt like a Herculean task. Through it all, though, even in the lowest times, the spark which flared to defiant life some 4-5 years ago never fully died, although its light has often been dimmed for awhile before once again flaring brightly.

It’s that spark which has kept me going; kept me believing amid a sea of doubts and setbacks; and kept me from giving up on some of my closest-held wishes and dreams…the ones that you’re afraid to whisper about even in your own head; the ones that even your closest friends may not know about. The ones that if you’re honest with yourself, you’re scared may never come into being.

Turns out, wishes like that can be funny things. Especially when your closest-held secret wish has nothing whatsoever to do with anything material. “Funny?” you say? Yep, although not necessarily in the “laugh until your gut hurts” kind of funny…more like the quirky, slap you upside the head out of nowhere, “I’m going to give you what you wished for, in a way you never expected, at the hands of someone (or several someones) you’d never in a million years dream of being the catalyst” kind of funny.

Christmas Wishes

This year has been a struggle when it comes to the spirit of Christmas. I’m not talking about spirit as the giving of material gifts (that’s another topic entirely), or even the giving of one’s time, attention, and fellowship to others. I’m talking about the spirit of joy, hope and renewal that wells from deep within each and every one of us – even if its initial catalyst is an outside source. The internal spark, if you will. “Ok,” I can hear you wondering, “what’s that got to do with Christmas wishes? Or even hidden wishes?” Well, in my case, quite a bit…the shortest complete answer to which is, in spite of my Christmas spirit being about the lowest it’s ever been, the dim spark deep within me has been getting slowly fanned back into life. And that resurgence, caused in part by several outside catalysts (one in particular), has led me to wonder if (and hope that) my closest-held secret wish might not end up becoming a Christmas wish come true.

My Wish for You

With all the craziness happening in the world, my wish for you and yours this Christmas and throughout the year is for happiness, health, love, and peace:

May you find and bring happiness to yourself and others.
May you and all your loved ones be healthy.
May you give and receive love, in all its many forms.
May you find and bring peace to your pocket of the world, one small conflict at a time.

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Remembering 9/11

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Looking back from my corner of the Northeast, fourteen years later, I still experience many of the emotions I felt on the the day it all happened. September 11, 2001…the day that the World Trade Centers as we knew them ceased to exist; the day the Pentagon got hit; the day when ordinary people decided to do whatever it took to prevent yet another plane from hitting our nation’s Capitol.

I was at work for what promised to be another busy day in the office getting a slew of things ready for a client’s annual conference; production was in full tilt during that month. I remember my boss coming in, and asking me if I knew what was happening. I didn’t; he turned on the radio and then we pulled up coverage on the computer (no TV in the office). Both of us sat there in shock…neither of us could really process what was going on. When it finally filtered through my disbelieving brain what was happening, I felt for all the people who were right in the middle of all the chaos and insanity. Then it dawned on me…my best friend – the one who’d been my bestie since freshman year in high school – worked in New York. At that point the panic hit…it was hours before we could get in touch and she could reassure me that she was fine. That was a huge relief! But even now, the lingering question of “did I know anyone who died?” still haunts me at times; more so on the anniversary date each year than any other time. It’s a question I’ll probably never have answered – truthfully, that I’m not sure I want answered – but the thought lingers like an insubstantial ghost.

As I’m sitting here at work, fourteen years later, and once again taking time out of a crazy busy production schedule to deal with the emotional aftereffects of 9/11, I can’t help but wonder: when does the sadness end? And I answer myself as I always do – it never does. As long as my memory functions, I will never forget. I won’t forget the fear, the pain, the panic, the shock, the feelings of utter helplessness  – and then the  feelings of building rage. I won’t forget everyone who died, whether they were unsuspecting victims; civilians who stepped up; military; fire/rescue; EMS; police; service animals; or anyone who assisted with SAR. Nor will I forget the generosity of a nation of PEOPLE who banded together to help in whatever way they could in the days and years following the terrorist attacks.

I remember 9/11. And I will #NeverForget

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My Three Words (2014 Edition)

new_years_2014A few years back, Chris Brogan introduced me to the concept of My Three Words through his blog. Since I’m notoriously bad at making and keeping New Year’s resolutions, I thought I’d give My Three Words a try instead. Three years and a lot of changes for the better later, I still believe in and use this to help me focus on what I want to accomplish in the coming year.

This year was a little harder than the past two when I sat down to choose my three words. They didn’t come to me easily. In fact, it’s only been within the past couple of days that the words that best define the areas I want to work on have solidified in my head. But now that they’ve gelled, they feel right – at least for me.

Risk. Take chances and create opportunities in both my personal and professional life. Do this in spite of being unsure, afraid, or even just plain lazy on occasion. Push myself beyond my previous (often self-imposed) limits. This doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll jump into things blindly, although sometimes you’ve just got to take the leap of faith and trust yourself to come out of it flying instead of crashing.

Present. As in, be present. Like many of us, I often allow digital distractions to take away from the moment – which not only robs myself and whomever I’m with of my full and undivided attention, but also cheapens the value of the connection we’re trying to make or the work we’re trying to do. I’m making a choice, every time my attention starts to wander, of whether I should allow the interruption (Is it an emergency? Is it relevant to, or new information about, the discussion or work I’m doing?) or not.

Live. Like the two words preceding this one, it’s all about making a choice – and then working hard to keep making it – to change how I live my life. It includes things like keep eating healthier; be more ‘in the moment;’ make new connections and keep the ones that mean the most to me alive and well. It also includes not being a spectator in my own life.

Enough about me. Let’s turn this around to you. What are your three words? I’d love to hear what they are, and why you chose them. And no, it’s not too late to choose them if you haven’t already. The year is just getting started.

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2013 in Review: Life Is One Hell of a Learning Curve

Wow, it’s been a while. A long, tumultuous, series of days/weeks/months where at times I had no idea if I was coming, going, or meeting myself somewhere in the middle of doing both. Probably that last one. Or as my friends would no doubt say (in exasperatedly concerned voices), definitely that last one. So much has happened in 2013 that my mind boggles just trying to think of it in some semblance of order.

I’ve spent much of this year still on my voyage of rediscovering – and in some cases reinventing – who I am as an individual. To say that some of the things I’ve learned about myself were eye-opening is an understatement. Some of what I learned was more of a reaffirmation of my core values. Other things were extended and more enlightened versions of my point of view on a variety of subjects and situations. Some things were surprising – and a few were downright life-altering.Image

Things I’ve Learned

  • I don’t have to please everyone. In fact, I shouldn’t be trying to please everyone. That way lies the path to disaster. See the next reason for why…
  • Be true to yourself and trust your gut. If something feels wrong, then there’s a pretty good chance that for you it is a wrong choice. Go digging for why, and then make your decision once you have some insight and answers.
  • If you want others to accept you for who you are, you first have to accept yourself for who you are. Completely, totally, and without reservations or harsh, overly critical self-judgements. Trust me on this, folks, 99% of the time we’re our own worst critics. Yeah, I know – harsh. But true.
  • Being single isn’t a bad thing. In fact, it’s quite empowering!
  • Positive emotions can turn each and every one of us back into happy, silly, giggling kids. Embrace it. It’ll keep you feeling and looking younger than your actual age 😉
  • Life is messy. Accept and learn to enjoy the chaos, because you’re only going to make yourself stressed out and miserable by trying to regulate it too tightly. Yes, fellow introverts, this goes for us as well. We can learn to do this.
  • Accept and enjoy the love of friends, family and if you have one, your partner. Give your love to them unstintingly. It will come back to you threefold, especially when you need it most.
  • Relationships come and go, and not everyone is who they present themselves to be. Enjoy the good moments for what they are, learn positive lessons from the bad moments (like what you don’t want next time), and toss any lingering resentments like three-week-old fried rice. It does you no good to hold on to them, and is just going to stink up your house if you do.
  • Dare to make your deepest dreams and fantasies a reality. Legally, of course! You want to write a novel? Then by God, sit down and start writing! You want to try something new and kinky with your partner? Then by all means, discuss it with him/her and give it a go! Live your life, because the chances are pretty damn good that you’re only going to get one real shot at doing the things you want to do.
  • Take chances and risks. I’m not saying bet your life savings on who’s going to win the Breeder’s Cup or Red 8 on the roulette wheel, but get out of the rut you’ve been existing in and shake the dust off your sense of adventure and opportunity.
  • Be spontaneous. There’s a time and place for lists and plans, but stop letting them rule your life.
  • Be fully present in the moment. Stop allowing the million-and-one little busy distractions we each create for ourselves to take your focus away from what’s going on, right now, around you. Yeah, I know, that’s a tough one. Do it anyway. You’ll thank yourself later, and others will probably thank you too, for the gift of your attention.

Life Is One Hell of a Learning Curve

I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve been less than successful at maintaining all of these things I’ve learned over the course of the year. But even when I fell down, and got away from some of these hard-learned lessons, I’ve somehow managed to find my way back to them – battered, bruised, often feeling like I’d just been through an industrial-grade cross-cut shredder – but increasingly finding it easier and easier to life my life in such a fashion that I’m happy more often than not. The difference has been markedly noticeable to both myself and everyone around me.

I’m not saying that I haven’t been stressed, exhausted, sick at heart, sometimes depressed, and often angry at circumstances – hey, I’m a human being, not a machine! But I’ve found that even in my “workaholic by necessity, not by choice” life of little sleep, long work hours between two jobs, endless miles of driving and months on end of working 7 days/week with no day off just to barely make ends meet, I’m still happier than I’ve been in years. Why? Because I choose to be. And because I have the satisfaction of knowing that I’m building myself back into a strong, independent and caring person who values the world and people around her, and takes the time to appreciate what’s good instead of just complaining about what’s wrong or bad. No, I haven’t given up griping – I’m no saint! LOL. But each time I catch myself going there, I now make an effort to find something good and/or funny about the situation to distract myself from the all-too-tempting rut of negativity. Yes, it’s work. It’s hard work – for a while. But it’s totally worth it.

What say you, readers? What have you learned – or wish you’d learned – over the course of 2013? I’d love to hear your stories.

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So Many Thoughts…

The past few months have been quite a roller coaster ride—hectic, rewarding, scary, you name it—they’ve been filled with one thing after another happening in rapid-fire fashion. Things to be thankful for. Things that make me sad. Things that make me so happy, I feel like I’m sitting on top of the world. Then there are the things that leave me very introspective and thinking hard about topics that normally lurk in the murkiest shadows of my mind.

Things I’m thankful for:

  • Having friends and family who are there, no questions asked, in times of laughter and tears alike
  • Spending more time with my grandfather before he passed away
  • Tackling some extremely difficult situations head-on, and coming through on the other side of them a stronger woman
  • The relationship I’m building with someone who’s become very special to me; who not only encourages me to reach for what I want and need but challenges me when I backslide into trying to take the “easy” route

Things that make me sad:

  • Taking so long to re-learn a very hard life lesson about being true to who I am
  • Short-changing myself in so many ways over the past years
  • The loss of loved ones
  • Being too busy to make the time to nurture some relationships the way I should have

Things that make me happy:

  • Friends, family, and the special man in my life
  • My rediscovered independence and self-confidence
  • The person I’m becoming
  • A better attitude and outlook on life
  • The willingness to take chances and live my life rather than be a spectator in it

Things that make me introspective:
(a.k.a. the well-buried thoughts that hide in the murkiest corners of my mind)

  • Fear
  • Self-judgement
  • The hopes and dreams that I’ve never really dared to reach for
  • The meaning of life, and my place within it

To be honest, I’m not sure I’ve dealt with it all as well as I would’ve liked. I look back and see so many things that have me saying “I should’ve done this…” but at the same time I look at where I am now, a little over a year after I decided to stop being a spectator in my own life, and see a great many more things that have me feeling good about how far I’ve come in my personal journey to becoming the person I want to be. There will be no resting on my personal laurels, though; onward to more challenges, changes and living is the directive I’ve given myself.

What about you? I’d love to hear your stories, so let me know where I can find them by leaving me a link to your post in the comments.

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Living by Your Gut Instincts

Ever get the feeling that you’re running faster and faster, careening along on the ragged edge of control, just trying to keep up with everything going on in your life? Uh-huh; that feeling. The one that makes your head spin and your adrenaline stay amped up to crazy levels as you try to process and deal with everything coming at you.

I don’t know about you, but the past month and a half has been like that for me. There’s so much going on that sometimes I can’t even begin to think coherently about what I need to do next—whether it’s cheer up my grandfather who is slowly but surely losing his fight against cancer; support my mom as she deals with the very real trauma of knowing she’s losing her father; work; be active on multiple social media platforms; or spend time nurturing my own developing relationship with someone I’ve met. To say that my head is often spinning like a top and I’m distracted far beyond my norm is no exaggeration! And while I’m not complaining (much) about it, I’ve come to the realization that I need to make some changes in how I deal with it all.

I don’t have a formal “plan” in place that gives me 3, or 5, or even 7 steps to follow. Nor am I looking for one. Instead, I’m working much more instinctively than that; at a gut level that often seems to defy logical thinking. Is it a perfect solution? No; nothing ever is. But what it is doing, is getting me back in touch with the instincts–which are often collected information that can only be accessed at a level well below that of conscious thought–which are my truest guide to making the decisions that I need to make.

It’s not always easy to live by the “trust your gut” method. Our conscious, supposedly rational mind loves to throw every possible “what if…”, “this isn’t…” and “OMG this is gonna be…” scenario at us that it can come up with. It’s even harder to try and regain your faith in those gut instincts when you’ve spent so many years overriding them. But for me, it’s something that I’ve got to do: there’ve been too many instances recently where it’s been proven to me that my gut was right and my head was wrong.

In the end, whether you live by your gut, your mind, or a combination of the two, it all comes down to living with the choices you made. And while it’s sometimes scary as hell, I’m going with my gut and choosing to fly. I may crash and burn; I may soar like an eagle; most likely it’ll be a combination of both. But come what may, I will have lived. And that, my friend, is the whole point of living by your gut: it takes you through so many more interesting journeys and experiences than the rational, doubting mind will ever allow.

So here’s to life and the living of it. Fly high; the journey and the experiences it will bring are never wasted.

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On Living Life to Its Fullest

Image courtesy of Flickr user IcyAero“Live life to its fullest.”

It’s a phrase we all say. Some manage to live up to it their entire lives. Others of us…well, we struggle with it. We get sidetracked by the sea of little details and crises happening in our daily lives, only occasionally experiencing the greater highs and lows, and lose our focus on the bigger picture. In short, we exist rather than truly living. Too often it takes a major scare (health, financial, etc.) for us to realize that we need to make a major change in our attitude toward living, like, RIGHT NOW.

I’ve been guilty of falling into that trap more than once. What I refuse to be guilty of, moving forward, is staying in it.

This isn’t a sudden decision. I’ve been actively working on living this way since the end of last year, when I started dealing with a great many major changes in my life. I’m taking chances on the unknown, trusting that I can handle whatever is thrown at me (good or bad). As a result I’m happier, less stressed, and enjoying my life in a way I hadn’t for longer than I’d truly realized. And it shows–in very visible ways–to those around me, as well as in how I see myself.

I don’t want my biggest regret to be never having had the guts to do the things I want to do, or experience all the fun and laughter that life and the special people within it can bring.

I’ve been recently reminded (in a very visceral manner) that life is too short not to seize every chance we have to make the most of our days. So while I sometimes face the future with a great deal of trepidation, I’m pushing forward to the things I know are out there waiting for me, if I just have the courage to reach for them.

“My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day’s a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride”
lyrics quoted from “If Today Was Your Last Day” by Nickelback

So grab your life and shake it by the horns, my friend; get everything out of it that you can. Experience the highs, the lows and everything in between so that when they finally write your epitaph, it doesn’t read “Never lived life to its fullest”.

Image courtesy of Flickr user IcyAero

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Remembrances

“Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?”  –Alan Jackson

Eleven years later those lyrics still resonate, tugging at emotions and opening the floodgate of memories. And while I’ve never forgotten and never will while I still have a functioning memory, for some reason today’s anniversary is hitting me a little harder than in other years.

Maybe it’s because so many others are also publicly remembering via their posts on social media, blogs and other forums. Maybe it’s because I’m heading down to Long Island this weekend, and the thought of being closer than I normally am to the site of the tragedy is working its way through my subconscious. Maybe it’s for a whole host of other reasons, most of which I couldn’t even begin to put a name to because they’re so intertwined that there’s no possible way to untangle them in the space of a short blog post.

Whatever the reasons, there are a couple of things which are really standing out for me today.
Never forget:  The lives that were lost because of terrorism…(a direct result of intolerance in all its many forms).
Never forget:  The unity and determination that brought so many people together to bring about a rebirth of something good from the ashes of wanton destruction and despair.

Each and every one of us has a choice: to remember both the good and bad, or to forget and become apathetic.

I choose to remember.

I remember the lives that were needlessly lost in the attacks, as a way of reminding myself that freedom isn’t free. It takes all of us standing up for what we believe in to protect what our forefathers fought so hard to win.

I remember the people who gave of themselves to help others, many of them at the cost of their own lives.

I remember the the spirit of unity that came about from all the individuals who banded together and worked tirelessly in the rescue, recovery and rebuilding efforts.

I remember. And I will never forget.

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(Photo courtesy of http://tidymom.net/2011/never-forget/)
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On Rebuilding My Life (Again)

If you’ve read some of my previous posts about changes, you’ve probably figured out that the period of time from the end of January until now has been chock-full of changes in my personal life, some of them very painful, although I didn’t specifically say what or why. Part of that is because I’m by nature a very reserved person; I’m not comfortable strewing every bit of my life around for everyone to see. The other part was because it was just too–well, painful–to think or write about. That being said, I’m finally at a point where I can talk, write, and reflect on what’s been going on without falling apart…and willing to share some of the lessons and realizations I’ve come to as well.

So what happened, already!
In short, my fiancé and partner of 15+ years decided that he wasn’t happy being together anymore and severed our relationship. While we didn’t have a knock-down, drag-out fight or hurl incriminating names and comments at each other (we’re actually still on reasonably good terms as these things go), it was still agonizing to face the ruin of all the hopes, dreams, plans and life we’d been building together for so long. (If you’re curious, that was the genesis for my post Shi*t Happens in life. Deal.).

I’ve grappled with some hard truths and learned some bitter lessons since my world turned upside down on January 31st. I had to face the fact that I wasn’t as independent as I thought I was….certainly we, as a couple, weren’t anywhere close to independent. In point of fact, the ambition to live in a place outside of his family’s home seemed to be all on my side. Another realization was that when it came to making a living and getting stuff done around the house, my less-than-superlative paycheck and admittedly haphazard housekeeping efforts had apparently cornered that market as well.

I’m not saying that all the mistakes were his…far from it. We both screwed up as individuals and as a couple. I’m not the most patient person in the world, and I’m quick to blow up over little stuff while locking the more important stuff inside. He doesn’t like to talk about what’s bothering him (at all). When I decide to get stuff done, I want to tackle it right then (or at least ASAP). He prefers to live on mañana time unless it’s something he wants to do or get, hoping the unpleasant stuff will either be forgotten or get taken care of for him. Neither of us communicated well (or at all) when the chips were down, and we lost track of the simple things that made life as a couple enjoyable. Added to that was the strain of juggling the meager finances from just my paycheck for over 1-1/2 years, combined with his extreme reluctance to take responsibility for the things he alone could address. The resultant devil’s brew of anger, frustration and hopelessness drove ever-larger spikes into the cracks we’d already created in our relationship, with the end result being that neither of us was truly happy and only one of us was willing to put in the effort needed to heal the damage that had been a long time building.

Rebuilding
I won’t pretend I’m completely over him or it. I’m not there yet, although I’m a lot closer than I was even two months ago. The long nights of introspection, combined with the quietly spoken but forceful remonstrations from mutual friends who’ve known us both for years, have brought me to realize and accept that I’m much better off without the drain our relationship had become. As a result I’m coming to embrace this new chapter of my life: one that I’ll choose how and what I fill it with, no matter how zany or staid.

I’m finally stepping out completely on my own—no partner, no roommate, no family home, no generous safety net to rely on—and I’m absolutely determined to rebuild my life on my terms. It’s not going to be easy; there will undoubtedly be many more days of stress, sleepless nights and bouts of insecurity waiting to sneak up and ambush me when I least expect them. But I’m going to make it happen; I’m going to become the person I want to be, living a life I’m happy with. I refuse to let anyone or anything derail my plans for that again.

I’m not entirely sure what lies ahead of me next, aside from building a life I’m happy with and knowing that I’m free to make choices that were closed to me before. I guess that’s why life is so often referred to as an adventure rather than a destination: the choices I make determine what happens and where I go next, and the path that carries me toward those choices is constantly changing.

So who else is game to go exploring? You’re invited to grab your safari hat and join the adventure. But hurry, because adventure doesn’t wait for you to make up your mind.