For whatever reason, things come in tens. Cycles are no exception. Though we passed the decade mark this summer, we decided to wait to celebrate. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, the moment blows right by you. Or worse, you find yourself perpetually staring down, freaking out about a distant goal, with no consolations except sweat and anxiety. Then when you get near, it's all too easy to move the goal posts--setting them further downfield--so that you never arrive. Certainly, the founders of Spirit hardly recognize our own lives ten years on--and that's a good thing.