Good morning, Team! It’s Saturday!

My apologies for the extended hiatus. The new gig has me channeling most of my energy elsewhere.

I just left another stop on my too-many-city tour, trying to touch all the bases so I can retire in a decade completely confident I left it all on the floor and hoping the nest egg takes me to my last smiling breath.

Years ago, I was encouraged to get comfortable and make peace with my inner marshmallow. My executive coach felt like I might be a little angry. Not sure what at … but I came across as pissed off at the world. (Truth is, I am intense and contemplative…but it didn’t matter, perception is reality for most).

Years and years later, the inner marshmallow has consumed me. Chocked full of empathy, an active listener, doling out long, meaningful hugs, yoga in the morning, green tea drinking, squishy all the way through. Here I am. A tub of glorious goo.

Credit to the seeds planted by coach extraordinaire Damien, the tilled up soil in my soul from worldly events of broken promises, litigation, rejection, fraud, horrendous behavior and the like. Most of all to my love, Anne, who has been my gardener for nearly three years now.

I don’t care how tough you are, how much shit you’ve seen or been through. There is no permanent cure for humanity. If you let it harden you, life won.

Reconsider your priorities.

Have a blessed weekend!