I once took a tennis lesson with a pro, Norson, after a year of not seeing him.

When I walked onto the court, he said, “I remember you!"

And, “Here we are, a year later.”

I don’t have to be right.

At least not all the time.

There are some situations where I like to be right. Such as in arguments with my partner or my son.

But other times, I’m open—I love to learn, to be curious, to explore the far reaches of the world that I do not yet understand.

A week or so ago, my BFF mentioned she started going to a yoga studio again.

“Would you like to go”? she asked me.

I hadn’t been to a studio since COVID. 

My local YMCA emailed a video to its donors recently.

The video depicts memorable moments at summer camp: Children jumping into lakes, playing soccer, zip lining, and eating outside. 

I just returned from Cape Town, South Africa.

Lots to say about Africa—once I process it all.

In the meantime, I must share a story about the best hotel I have ever stayed at in my life. It’s called One&Only.

When I try to make sense of these times, I don’t get very far.

How about you?

A study conducted in my state of 9,500 people, including parents, teachers, and community members, showed high anxiety: 73 percent of parents said their child is as anxious or more anxious than the year before.

Ever come across a powerful idea that remains with you?

I'm not an artist.

As in drawing, painting, photography, or design.

But for some reason I have always loved the idea of negative space: That space around and between what’s on the canvas.

It’s the space needed to define the boundaries of the thing.

Ever have to stop what you are doing, and completely start over?

Ever have some grand plan that you realize is not going to materialize?

I had that happen this week. 

Just had another birthday.

Another one!

They just keep piling up.

Imagine it’s your 99th birthday. 

Your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren form a devoted circle around you as you sit quietly, reflecting on a life well lived. 

According to Todoist, I am a Grand Master.

I have tracked over 38,391 tasks over the number of years I have used this to-do list app.

And I have completed 8,335 of them.

I tend to dream about bears.

Usually, a grizzly trying to get inside my house.

He will paw at a screen door with ginormous claws as I desperately try to deadbolt him out.

Then, suddenly, he’s the back door trying to get in.

It’s terrifying.

I have always been an optimist.

My spirit generally points me toward the hopeful.

Toward the glass half full.

I once stood at the center of the world.

I was at the line of 0° latitude, 0 minutes, 0 seconds.

Yes, a midpoint between the north and south pole: I was in Quito, Ecuador.

I studied piano from age 6 until about 13.

We were all expected to learn piano—and at least one other instrument.

My mother had studied to be an opera singer, and believed everyone should know how to read music. So, we learned.

I love summer.

It makes me not just happy, but ecstatic!

I’m sure it’s seasonal affective disorder.

(I have diagnosed myself.)

Without sunshine, I have a months-long case of the blahs.

Now that it’s summer, we’re biking a lot.

Exploring country back roads, rail trails on old railroad beds, hiking paths, and single-track trails in the woods.

Discovering a lot of things we did not know existed before.

It’s the most brilliant time of year—summer!

Happy Independence Day.

Not just to those in the U.S.—but to those around the world.

They say the basement is like the subconscious.

Whatever is stored there carries energy for that thing in your life.

Is it time to do a little cleaning?

Have you ever asked someone a question, but another question lurks behind that one?

And the second question is the bigger, deeper, more important one, but you don’t know that or don't have access to it in that moment?