An odd thing happened last year, a thing held close to my chest for fear it wasn't quite real: a new friend inspired me to pick up a brush and just get on with the business of seeing once again. Always knew someday it'd return, longed for it if I am honest, and 2014 was a year full of lessons and troubles and deep creative conversations. Had I been warned early on, I would most definitely have ducked some of those, an old, old strategy I've long outgrown, but I faced stuff, explored things I'd ordinarily be afraid of. You know, went there. And yet here I stand, alive and well in 2015, with an engagement ring of sorts on my left hand, a slew of wisdom gained from a series of vexing sleep problems (some actual sleep, finally, as well) and an appreciation of the true value that werking offers. Happy. Disciplined. Relaxed. Those are my resolves for 2015. You?