An Incredible Life

You know, I'm on the tail end of a very stressful project. It's all work I love. In fact, I muse over the fact that pretty much everything in my life is what I want, just stressful in that positive stress. I want to do and be more of what I am and it's hard to do that when there are 24 hours and I'm getting older. Hard to believe I'm past 40.

When did that happen?

I love the work I do, the people I do it with. I had some fun time with my brother and it made me realize how lucky I am to have a great family (which I took for granted for so long.) I love this city and living in it. Had the joy of cycling 15 miles to and from work today. It's eerie how many things in my life feel just right.

And it's spring: life awakens and tickles me nose. Yes, allergies, and yet I'd never trade the beauty of this season. Let the pollen flow.

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