If Someday is Now, What Next?
I have been a bit lazy with my writing lately, but a major life transition has been made more real as I clean out my Michigan residence. I had a remarkable first year living and working in Brazil, and I am looking forward to returning to my life, relationships, and routines in the tropics. Currently, I am sitting in my almost-empty office in my almost-vacant house in Michigan, in the middle of a move that has become something much larger than a move. It is the clear closing of a chapter—or perhaps several chapters—and the realization that I have somehow arrived at “someday.” Over the past week, I have thrown away or donated 51 years of accumulated life. Items that once seemed important because of the memories they held have been parted with, and surprisingly, it feels freeing. My baseball glove from 1982—gone. My massive tape (yes, tape) and CD collection from the 1980s and 1990s—gone. Countless items that probably could have been sold were instead given away because, quite hones...