The journey has a way of making both the past and future inconsequential, compared to this moment.
I have never walked the 500 mile Camino de Santiago in Spain like so many writers seeking to find themselves do.
Nor, have I ever walked the 1,560 mile Pacific Coast Trail like Cheryl Stayed did when she wrote “Wild.”
Today is my birthday.
Everyday is my Re-Birth day.
I beg of you, don’t wait for disaster to strike to start to truly live.