Trips By Sam

          "Write a love letter to yourself," said my horoscope on December 31.  Wait, what?  How?  I've written love letters before, but never one intended for my Self, as if I were a new crush, buzzing with infatuation, attracted to a myriad of intriguing qualities.  Despite the discomfort, I put my pen to paper and let loose. Dear Sam, (weird)           I love you.  I love how you are fiercely independent.  I love that you do what you believe is best for you.  That you make up your mind and stick to it.  I love that, despite the mountains erected by the Inner Critic, you scale them a bit each day through writing, cranking it out despite the doubt.  I love that you believe in yourself.  That you like to be alone, even when it is scary.  I like that you take initiative to learn guitar or crochet, that you started a biscotti company just for fun.  I love that you mail greeting ca...