The Art of Keeping On

One of the things I love about my day job is the flexibility it affords me to write and pursue my artistic projects. Even now as I write (on Monday, 10 August 2015), I’m somewhere between Toronto and Fort McMurray, cruising at 37,000 feet, a bed of fluffy white clouds below. I am literally soaring above the earth while, internally, involuntarily riding an emotional rollercoaster.
Over the weekend I celebrated my 42nd birthday. Another year older. Another year gone by too quickly. Another year...