Tonight, the sounds of the rain on the rooftop made me think of the time when I was nineteen years old. A time when I was a lot wiser than I am now. I thought about the people who came in and out of my life, very few I can remember by name. There were good times and then there were bad, but at least they were learning experiences. I realized that I haven’t changed much inside. I still have the same heart as the young woman I see in the photographs. After sipping a cup of warm tea, I slipped into my warm red flannel pants and shirt and settled in to write down my thoughts and wishes on a small strip of paper, then I folded it into a tiny little square and tucked it into a locket to wear around my neck everyday. I made promises to myself and asked for the strength to keep them. When I am tempted, I will grasp the locket gently near my heart, hold it, take a long deep breath and count to three.