The sun stands still for the longest day of the year, and I can’t help but pause and reflect. There are less than 90 days before I turn 30, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I need a long-term plan.

A quest, if you will.

I have this portentious feeling that all those times that I’ve said “I’ll do it later” are catching up to me. “Later” has somehow become “now.”

I will trot out a little trite truism: “Now is a gift. That’s why they call it the present.”