Tomorrow is Leap Day, a whole extra day that only comes along once every four years. I wonder what you will do with it, kind and gentle reader? Will it be like all the other days? Will it pass like a dream? Just another Monday? Or will it stand apart, infused with a particular kind of magic?

You know what? You get to decide. I know for me, as Mary Oliver says in her poem When Death Comes, “When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, something real.” I’m going to show my heart to everyone…EVERYONE. Or at least I’m going to try.