Today, as I was writing down a few things in my planner, I flipped ahead to December 31, 2007. At the bottom of the space, I wrote this in pencil script,
Well, you made it another year. How was it?
In the moment following, I considered just how tremendous or disappointing this year could be. There is also the morbid consideration that I might not make it. If I do see that day, however, I will answer.