September 1, San Mateo, CA: Today is September, and it sends me thinking back to last September. I was reeling. Directionless. Grasping. Discombobulated. Anything that embodies complete confusion. And so very self-conscious. I guess I am still some of those things now, at times. But with only 25 days left to close the first 365, I cannot be more thankful for the passage of time. The weekend was one of the best I've had. It felt easy. I felt present and connected, whether talking about what brings joy or what hurts. It's work but it also works.