I often find myself wondering how many times I’ve played an extra in someone else’s life; that girl in the background of a photo, another face on the bus or maybe even someone walking past a window while the main character is drinking coffee. I wonder how many hundreds of stories I’ve been a part of, each with their own twists and turns. The intricate weaving of the fabric of human life is a masterpiece. And so here I am, just another face on someone’s dash possibly thousands of kilometers away. I hope you’re doing well.