The Lucky Life.

I was gonna name this post The Good Life, but I’m so lucky.   It’s really good, and you know what? I deserve it.  But goddamn am I lucky!

Nearly three years ago to the day I wrote my first post for this site.  I was sitting on the lawn of Tanglewood, under a Tiffany box blue sky, filled with fluffy white clouds listening to the Boston Symphony play Beethoven’s 9th Symphony (the Ode to Joy).  I had recently quit my very wonderful job and was about to head into the unknown.

People called me brave.  Some people called me crazy.  I was scared shitless.

Today, I”m on the lawn of Tanglewood, under a Tiffany box blue sky, filled with fluffy white clouds, listening to the Boston Pops rehearse for film night.

Over the past few years I’ve seen a lot of the world, I’ve had an incredible career opportunity, and I’ve contributed to a New York Times bestseller.  I’ve been in love and hurt by love and hopefully about love.  I’ve made amazing new friends and kept wonderful old friends.

A lot of serious and scary things have happened in the world and I care about that deeply, but right now, as the summer winds down, and the Pops belt out the theme to Star Wars, there’s only one thing I can conclude -I am very lucky.