It’s that time of the year for most. To think back and contemplate living through that time again. I feel honored, because as I think back the only parts I wish I could relive are simply for reasons that can happen again. My life is better now than it was in the past, and it feels less drama ridden. I’m 41 now, and I’m only missing someone to share it with. That will happen, I’m in no rush. The choice needs to be right.