I have a secret…

As I sit here by the window preparing to write this blog, the sun, hidden behind clouds all morning, decides to pay a visit. Bands of light hit the keyboard and cast shadows of my fingers on the screen before me. How many words have these hands written over the years, I wonder? Who would I be without the benefit of their hard work?

I have a secret that’s helping me age well. Throughout the years, I’ve kept a daily journal to celebrate my good fortune, to better understand what has me puzzled and...