We write chapters of our life with each day we live, every turn on our path, and bump in the road.  When we stumble, we can either move forward or fall on our faces.  I am of the move forward school of thought.

     Keep moving forward don’t turn back.  I’ve burned a few bridges, but then haven’t we all burned one or two?  When you live with regrets, regrets will kick you in the shins, beat you over the head, or eat your heart out.  I won’t live with them.  Regrets make lousy roommates.

     I’d rather dine on the buffet of possibilities.  I want to lift the tops of the chafers on the buffet and snack.  I want to drink the heady wine of discovery.  I will dance with the future.  Hand in hand with my love move forward.  I will help him over the bumps, pick him up when he falls, and together we’ll write more chapters.  In life, there are always possibilities.