Good morning from New York City. Spring has sprung, It’s overcast today, and on some level it’s a bit of a relief. Living in a bustling city like this, when it’s beautiful weather and everybody’s out you kind of feel guilty staying at home. You feel like you should be out in the street. That is of course ridiculous. You can’t be out in that energy all the time.

I’ve noticed that a lot of my friends aren’t well right now – allergies, colds, covid – and I was commenting to my friend Sara that we skipped winter. In New York City, we only had about 12 days of seriously cold weather. So we largely skipped over the things we do in winter like eating more warm food, staying in nesting and retreating.

Anyway, this morning I was sitting here thinking metaphorically about seasons metaphorically and what season of my life I’m in, More specifically the season I’m in vis a vis New York City. I’m having so much fun and appreciating so many things. I’m an appreciator by nature, but this is like a really vibrant period for me, and I was thinking what that is about. Of course, I am fully aware that happiness comes from within and I’m in a happy space. You can be living in a place you love, but if you’re not feeling good that matters less, right?

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