I have a poster that reads, "This is My Year" with a burnt orange background and a trendy offset image in white behind it. I hung it from my wall amidst a lovely collection of art pieces. One night, as I slept, it fell right off the wall, face down. All by itself.

It was several weeks later that the irony of that moment finally dawned on me. Maybe this was not my year after all, I remember thinking as I lay motionless on my bed, hastily typing notes into my hand held. My shutters were adjust just so and I could see a near-perfect crescent moon. I wondered when I would have the courage to live my dream and travel away.

Did I even know what that meant yet, I thought?
Before I had an answer I was asleep.