At this moment, I am 20 yards from the ocean, leaning against a palm tree while I work just a little on this gorgeous Sunday afternoon.
My acute awareness of the beauty around me may be aided by two pomegranate lemonades served oceanside on the wharf in Santa Barbara, but even sans generous splashes of Grey Goose, I know how unlikely all this is.
On Thursday, the CEO greeted me with, "Jerri, how is it that you look younger every time I see you?"
Well-meaning though it was, his comment pointed out that I am a Bubba out of water. The next oldest person in the entire company is 14 years younger than I will be come Tuesday.
And yet, here I am, under this palm tree, beside this ocean. Life's funny that way.
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And yet, there you are baby!
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