I'm back home following a two and a half week work-vacation in San Francisco. I've had a few good moments of solitude to reflect upon life on my way back to New York City. One of the things I determined a long time ago is that the life that I am living is one that is better than I ever imagined for myself and that I am a pretty lucky person. And that luck doesn't stem from the family I was born into, or any extraordinary personal characteristics; if you've met me you'd know I'm a pretty ordinary Jane. Rather, my luck has been fulfilled by the incredible friends I've made along the way, people who have enriched to my life so deeply.
I've hesitated for a very long time to write this post, because the words never seemed to do justice to the profound love and gratitude that I have for my friends - appreciation that is painfully awkward for me to express sometimes. They've given me so much to look forward to, so many great memories to get misty eyed over, and they continue to inspire me to become a better human being.
With as little as I know about life, I am comforted by one thing that I know for sure: I am who I am because of my friends.