Hey pals...
So here’s the deal:
Every time I come home from a trip to New York or DC (which, if you know me, you’d know is about 10-12 times per year) I get consumed with this incredible, empowering sense of something almost but not quite like ambition — a sense of urgency, a desire to figure sh*t out and get stuff done. Inevitably, these bursts of inspiration last for a day or two (sometimes a week) and then I slowly turn back to my vampire TV shows and the never-ending stream of miscellaneous fiction that magically appears on my beautiful Kindle device.
My boss —who for a few years lived up the road from here a bit in lovely Claremont – thinks this is what California “does” to you — something about sunshine making people happy which makes them mostly effing useless after a while. He thinks you have to be mostly miserable, weather wise, to excel at anything...
I usually laugh at him, but this one got me to thinking...
Anyway, it’s an interesting theory — wondering if anyone out there has anything to add on the subject.
XO,
M
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