We were dining with friends when a question took me totally by surprise. "Where are you going to be buried?" Buried? I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Are we really old enough to be thinking about where in the earth we want to be buried?
The last two years have been soul-searching times. Throw in the recession and the holidays, and that's a lot of pressure. But there's one thing I've learned in my attempts at self-preservation: it's crucial to seek out inspiration.