Hello from New York City. Yes, you heard that right I am back home. You know, coming home was a funny thing because I was away for five weeks. So for the last few days, as we’re packing, as we stopped buying groceries and we started eating out more and our time was winding down, I felt really ready to leave. Then, as the departure time neared, I became super emotional. I had only positive and poetic thoughts going through my mind about the island and the whole experience. It’s all true it is a very magical place, as I’ve said many times – and then here’s what happens. I get home, and I don’t know what to do with myself. I have literally been walking in circles for the past 24 hours feeling badly that I’m not doing as much as I thought I’d do. It’s funny because I know that about myself. I know that when I’m away even for a much shorter stint – even for a weekend – the day after I get back, I’m always slightly off And even though I’m aware of it, I still find myself so judgmental and guilty that I’m not feeling better.

If you know anything about me at all, you know that I’m a pretty positive and upbeat person. a lot of the time. I consciously cultivate positivity in my life and I’m mostly able to turn my slumps around. Part of it is because that’s how I was raised. Part of it is because it’s something that I value, and the truth of the matter is that nobody is in a good mood all the time.

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