One year ago I had an older sister who was still alive. We knew she was sick, but we hadn't quite yet realized it was terminal.

One year ago I was working at a corporate job and still pondering whether or not to make a huge life change and go back to school and study medicine.

One year ago I still had my Honda instead of the Lexus my husband bought last July, which my gut tells me he's about to trade on something else. So one year from now, I'll probably be talking about that car in the past tense, too.

One year ago I weighed about 15 pounds more than I do now. I could stand to put those pounds back on.

One year ago, I think I was more optimistic. My outlook's not as rosy now as it was then. Hope that'll come back.