I was 29, divorced from the man I was married to my entire adult life, mother to two little girls, and determined there was an amazing life somewhere in my future. During the days, I worked at the job everyone said I should enjoy. At night I wrote poetry, spray-painted canvases and tried to figure out where to go.

A year has passed. I bought a guitar and a bicycle. I made a point to meet people, and listen to them. I made mistakes, big and small. I enjoyed all the little freedoms of a new life. I found the Manifesto and it resonated with me. I’m still searching, and I hope I always will be. It takes a lot of courage to embark on a new life. But it only takes a moment to decide to do so.