It is very strange that I lead a life in which a blog like this has a place. Before this lifestyle, I was so busy that even if blogging had existed, I doubt that I would have read one, much less written one. I am probably even busier now in certain ways, but also there is a stillness to being here and this blog helps me to connect to a life that I once knew. One with happy hours and lunches with girlfriends, with a regular job and freeways and weekends at the beach. Speaking to you reminds me that those things still exist, even though they are not part of my everyday life anymore.
This year has been full of challenges for which I was ill-prepared. Maybe it was being out of America so long which finally came home to roost this year in my soul. It has been a year which posed more questions than answers, more stumbles than clear paths, more sharp edges than soft landings. But such years are certainly not without their upside. We learn from challenges, from being pushed to our limits and for pulling up those bootstraps as tightly and as courageously and as determinedly as we can, regardless of our limitations. And that is such a good thing, isn't it?
It is the day before Thanksgiving, and for the 16th year I am in a land where that means nothing to anyone but a few of us. But each of you with an American passport are celebrating, either at home or abroad, in your own way. And I wish each of you a day full of meaning, full of friends and good food, full of recognition for what is.
I thank you for coming back here, time and again, and sharing this part of my life with me. It is of great significance to me that you stop by. Wherever you are on this small planet, I raise my glass to you and wish you health and happiness.