I've made progress, and I've fallen behind. I've learned some things and forgotten others. I've been in despair and see signs of hope. I'm at the bottom of the gutter and I'm looking up at the stars. Tonight I am done with contemplating the awful could-be and begin planning the wondrous will-be. Anger is hope turned on its ear. The possibilities are limitless as long as I remember where to start. One foot in front of the next, one pedal stroke after another, one carve after another gets me down the mountain so I can do it all over again. There's no second turn on this ride, baby; I need to do it all on this run, and this run only. Look out tomorrow; I'm going to meet you with a full stomach and an open heart.