And so it goes...

It's 2:30am back home in SF and 5:30am here in NYC. I'm sitting outside gate 9 at terminal 7 of JFK thinking about why the heck I'm sitting here at such an ungodly hour. It's been a crazy weekend, no more or less so than previous whirlwind NYC weekends, but something about the end of this one made it more poignant than others. Regina and I spent a lot of time last night (and early this morning) talking about why our lives were the way they were, and why we each make the choices that we do in our personal lives. While I can't share any of the details out of respect and confidence, I thank her for her candidness and unwavering support through the endless craziness that I force her to endure time and time again. As for NYC, there's truly nothing like it, and I'll always think about how alive this place makes me feel. Until next time!