One of my three best friends died this week and while I am more familiar with recieving wedding invitations from my peer group, this news took my world by storm. I had just finished running in a very cold rain and so happy to have finished my workout because I have been struggling to stay positive for about a month now. I suppose, subliminally we do know that something is not right with our world when we struggle to keep doing what we love. The tears were not slow to come, this time. I bawled my heart out for two straight days but, you know, the thing about crying in the rain is that one cannot figure out whats streaming down your face.

This got me thinking about my life in general and I am not sure if it applies to anyone else but, overall, I think optimism is an art. My new mission in life is to perfect this art. I think we have several deaths to die if our attitude is bad. I knew this for a while but, I sort of lost that thought somewhere.. time to get it back here.

I think good things come in threes. It takes a bit of ground to disappear beneath your feet to realize what you have, what youve lost and most importantly be grateful for what you have started to take for granted and really cherish it instead. Its only June! I have some fabulous new plans for the rest of the year and now 200% inspiration to see them through.

Stay tuned.