Goals are my north star. My compass. The map that guides me along the road I wish to travel. Goals are motivations with wind in their sails—they carry me forward despite the storms.

Echoes of my past will always have a low frequency vibration in my present lest I forget the road travelled to reach the enjoyment of today.

A dangerous and treacherous path is only worth it when the desire to have courage outweighs the driving need to get to the other side.

Opportunity doesn’t make appointments, you have to be ready when it arrives.

As for the journey of life; at some point you will realize that YOU are the driver and you will drive!

Most journeys have a clear beginning, but on some the ending is less well-defined. The question is, at what point do you bite your lip and head for home?

For most of my life I have thought of grace as a hope of a bright tomorrow in spite of the darkness of today–and this is true. In this way we are all like Pamela,...