Seven months ago, sitting alone in my apartment, my back in pain and my life not going anywhere, I thought, “If I have a heart attack, I don’t think I”ll call an ambulance.” That would be it. I would simply check out. I was 27-years old, but what did I have to live for? Worse, I seemed incapable of changing my life.

That was the start of this blog. I thought I’d give it one more try, one year to really get my shit together and to try to make a change: Change for a Year. That was seven months ago. The power of dreams is a funny thing.

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