We all make goals and plans. Sometimes we stumble along them, sometimes we run with unbridled enthusiasm, and sometimes the path we undertook morphs into something different. Sometimes imagined success has varying colors and patterns that we find unexpected and so we are forced to choose a different route or morph ourselves to fit , enabling ourselves to remain in our chosen direction. I am at that such moment. This chosen path and I are not so well suited anymore, each of us has changed a bit and something much be altered so that we may remain together. Hard choices must be made, to change myself, to change my path or maybe a bit of both. This December is my month of contemplation.