Turns out I’m an emotional crier. It began as a teen in the late 80s while watching the end of Scrooged. Yes, with Bill Murray. It should have been a sign.  As I’ve become more intune, the floodgates have only opened up further.  

For too long I’ve been trying to write my first newsletter. I’d like to say weeks, but it’s been months. Many of you have probably heard me say, “I’m not a perfectionist, I’m a fear of failure-ist.” That’s how I’ve felt about this. What should I write? It better be profound. If it’s not profound, I’ll look stupid. Analysis-paralysis.