This year, birthday weekend was a lot less lonely. In fact, I was moved to tears several times throughout the day as the text messages, phone calls, emails, and Facebook posts poured in. I know a lot of incredible people, and as a person who believes that the company we keep is a reflection of our character, I was humbled over and over. I was kidnapped by my friends and lavished with love all weekend long. It was spectacular. Each year, I am so very grateful to have made it to another birthday. I was amazed this year to consider…

I can’t take credit for that one…it’s Leonard Cohen’s line, but I heard it this morning, while on the way to work  listening to Suzanne and it made me think… I rather feel like drowning men can see me really well. I’m a little bit like a lighthouse that way. Or the Coast Guard. Of course, other people can see me well too. I think what I need to do is decide that I’m no longer a lifeguard. All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them. Same song. This made me think about a recent post…