The year is so very new, and I am wondering how it will unfold. I try not to let the white blankness of it scare me, but it does. I like to be right smack in the middle, with dog eared pages and a cracked and bent spine. 

I don't know what story this book will tell. I wonder about the words I'll scratch, and whether Opportunity will show up as the pages begin to fill. I hope I recognize her when she does. I hope a lot of things for this year, but I especially hope that I have the sense to occasionally get out of the way and let the story take me wherever it wants to go. 

This year I want to live a better story. One whose pages are crinkled and smudged. One that's filled with laughter and love and a drama or two. A story whose well worn cover says Opportunity, and whose last page says 'To be continued...'.

Welcome to the first chapter.