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Life throws hardballs. And as spring rides in waves of pollen--triggering my allergies--I learn to ride with it. Work's been challenging--lots of projects at once and a huge learning curve for much of it. And, there are the daily tasks and the clerical pieces. Managing demands that I prioritize, and that includes time for sleep, friends, family and tending to my health. My doctor was so upset with me for skipping appointments and staying on top of bloodwork to monitor my levels. Granted all my hard work training for races and the vanity of lifting to look good for summer pay off in good bloodwork tests, but I'm a far cry from being a doctor, and we all need the help of those wiser about these things. And so it is with my career. It's time to connect with other HR professionals and get their suggestions and ideas about how to build a solid role at my current gig. And so it is with my clutter, finding a new partner--all of it. Life is so much more fun with wisdom of others. And there's healthy risk--for some reason, I have the balls to apply to be the Men's Health cover guy for November. I remember all the stabs at fame I've taken in my lifetime, and they make me smile. This time though, it's all about service. I'm glad I've lived a life worthwhile. And though I have miles to go (I believe) before I sleep, I love taking a pause to celebrate--I'm me. Live well. It's good to be back.

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