A year ago today we lived in Portland. Oregon, It was raining. Brian was recovering from a severed Achilles tendon and I was working more than 50 hours a week in a soul-sapping job. I had been recruited for the position; it held a great deal of promise that proved to be utterly unfulfilled. We loved Portland, but the weather was starting to wear on us.
Here's a wonderful story of new beginnings for the new year. A great example of the courage to really live your life. What new life do you dream of?