Teresa S. Stevens

The longer I live, the more my definition of a "daring adventure" changes. It used to be about going places, seeing the world, doing things - basically, being anywhere but where I am. Lately, I have been pondering what is left when all the doing and going and running around is done. What defines me? What will I leave behind? Certainly not what I do for a living, although I think I have made a lot of good things happen. No job, no matter how important, will ever love me, or miss me when I am gone.