I’ve got nothing to complain about.

I set out today to write a post about how I think I’m becoming a cynic in my “old age” but something was holding me back. Maybe it was the realization that I’m in fact NOT a cynic and its ephemeral existence in me is like a nasty cold coming and going with my exhaustion. In this pause before I wrote I also peeped a recent post from one my closest friends from growing up.  She posted about the first day of summer and quoted one our favorite authors from my absolute favorite book:


“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald,  The Great Gatsby
The sun beats hard and so does my heart in the anticipation of good things to come.  This brief cynicism will pass and in the mean time I will just take all the medicine I can to get rid of it.  That medicine is simply taking in greatness all around me.
Headed back to CT this weekend and ready to take in everything that makes New England so special.  Hope New England is ready for me.
Thanks, Em.