Today was a Sunday unlike any I’ve had in a long time, for more reasons than I can set down here. Before I let it turn into Monday, I had to revisit a line in a book I’d read years ago, have underlined for many other people, and found looped in my head on a walk from Brooklyn Heights tonight:

“I started a new life, not purposely, but because I had a chance to begin anew and did not refuse to do so.” – van Gogh

It’s easier to remember and type than it is to do, but everywhere I turn, there are reminders of why it wouldn’t be a bad idea.