As I write this, I am on vacation; albeit “turning the corner” on this vacation. As much behind as lies ahead. 13.1 miles into the marathon.

It occurs to me that there is always a “turning the corner”. In everything we do, there’s a point at which we’re half-way through. Midway. Something behind us and something ahead.

Sometimes turning the corner is a good thing. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes we don’t know that we've turned the corner, or whether it’s good or bad.