I feel whole.

If you want to understand my weekend, I’ll start off by saying that at approximately 4 p.m. on this past Saturday afternoon, I sat in my kitchen in jammies, sipping a beer (yes, a beer, not wine!) and munching on a shrimp cocktail. I did this as I worked through a business plan. Typical? Nope. But amazing? Yes! There is something about Los Angeles that makes me feel as though I’m on a perpetual vacation…even while I work.

I live in a city of millions of opportunities and I am reminded each and every day of this. Boy, am I fortunate. If only I was a sponge, I would absorb each and every precious moment and hold it near my heart for always.

This weekend was one of pampering. Jo Time. Massage. A bit of sleeping in. That beer and shrimp. Making a simple meal on Friday evening to be shared with a good friend over a bottle of red wine. Running into a writer-actor friend at my favorite coffee shop in Brentwood. Cocktails in a Venice beach bar. Taking a walk through the neighborhood and having an impromptu brunch. Meeting a new marketing guru and future friend while I sipped my morning latte.

And now here I am, writing and watching the Lakers game while I munch on homemade bruschetta. Outside it is sunny and bright still, only about 70 degrees. It smells of garlic and basil in here and tonight I will sleep on clean sheets.

I can’t think of a single thing to complain about.