It's Friday, or it's still Friday at home. I'm somewhere over Newfoundland perhaps and decided I should take care of this before I'm overwhelmed by Paris. Today I am trusting myself to be just a bit outside of my comfort zone. I did that this morning during yoga (damn balance poses- Sideways Crow is not yet a success, but I'm determined!). I'm trusting I can take that away from the mat and out into life. Today I am grateful for time away from work. Yes, I'll miss home and I'll really miss the two felines who greeted me when I woke up this morning (one was next to me and his greeting consisted of stretching and rolling over, the other magically appeared in bed and decided that my non-moving leg needed to be attacked) and I'll really miss some of my nearest and dearest friends. But time away from work, clearing my head, is something that is long, long overdue. Today I am inspired because I just finished watching the movie Milk. The take home message was one of hope, something we all still need to hear- and I can't help but believe that Harvey Milk (and Cleve Jones, though he's still alive doing amazing things) was far ahead of his time. And on an unrelated note, happy birthday to Chris Isaak. I'm very much looking forward to seeing him later this summer at Red Butte Gardens.