Almost exactly one year ago, we looked up a tiny restaurant in the middle of Nuremberg. It was the last stop of the day. We met a man at the table next to us who was excited we spoke English. I'm American too, he said happily. He'd just moved to Germany with his wife. We spoke for a while over beers and when they left, we felt it.
The day started with a deep contemplation, the kind that prompts you to ask what you really want from life and if you're actually getting it. At that meal, we made promises and tied the candy cane string that came on our napkin to each other's wrists.
I noticed the string fell off the days following my return from Germany. One year later, my wrist looked strange without it. A peace came over me as I put the broken string aside. We'd fulfilled a lot of those promises and the best ones are ahead of us.