Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air…
work, family, health, friends and spirit.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball,
But the other four balls – family, health, friends, and spirit - are made of glass.
Brian Dyson, former vice chairman and COO of Coca-Cola

It's a typical Sunday morning, Sheila's asleep, Molly's sleeping at my feet, it's still dark outside, and I'm typing away after finding the quote above earlier in the week. It got me thinking about how often I think the work "ball" is made of glass. I get so wrapped up in being pulled in different directions by the business; I forget the other balls I'm juggling in the air. And, I know I'm not alone.

Years ago I met Ed Foreman, an outstanding motivational speaker who presented a program at a Polaroid meeting I was attending. He gave a scenario that went like this - it was over thirty years ago, so my apologies for paraphrasing a little.

One spouse turns to the other and says, "Honey, just wait until the kids are older and then we're really going to have some fun and take that vacation we've always wanted!"

A few years go by, and they have the same conversation, "Honey, just wait until we move into a bigger house after my promotion and then we're really going to have some fun and take that vacation we've always wanted!"

Ten years later, "Honey, just wait until the kids are out of college and then we're really going to have some fun and take that vacation we've always wanted!"

Ten more years go by, "Honey, just wait until I retire and have more time and then we're really going to have some fun and take that vacation we've always wanted."

Then, a few years later, that same spouse, is in a coffin on the way to the cemetery and realizes, "Oh my God, I forgot to have fun!"

So, here's my point this morning. Your health, family, friends, and spirit all deserve to be at the very top of your priority list - starting with taking care of yourself and your spirit.  Pay attention to the signs of burnout. There's no excuse for missing them because down deep you know when you're about to hit the wall. Having a great life is all about relationships, starting with your own heart. Learn to listen to it.

Stop making work the "glass ball" and focus on everything that's more important. You know how to focus on your subjects when there's a camera in your hand - well, the essential components in your life are no different - just that there's no auto-focus - it's all manual, and you have to be the one to keep everything in the image sharp!

Life is for laughing, loving and living!
Ed Foreman

Now and then the process of trying to figure out what to write about for Sunday Morning Reflections starts days earlier when something hits me that seems perfect for a topic. That's the way today is, as I head into one of those forbidden zones in blogging and get personal. 

Over the last ten days, my folks have been on my mind almost every day. I've had moments where missing them was so intense I just cried, and then minutes later been laughing about something from the past that was such a vivid memory, it was as if it just happened. Sheila's seen me up and down like an emotional yo-yo and she's been instrumental in helping me through these oddly timed stretches of grief.

This morning, literally right now as I'm writing this, I finally figured out where the seeds of what I'm feeling were planted, and it's all thanks in part to photography.

Every year for the last four years I've been the emcee at a fund-raising dinner here in Sarasota for the Friendship Centers. At the one two years ago, my Dad was still alive and joined us. Then, last year and this year fun stories about him and my Mom were topics in my monologue whenever I was at the podium.

This year my good pal Erin McLeod, the CEO of the organization threw me a curve ball and included a short section of the script that was a sunset toast to our elders. From my script I said,

"We have all had someone we can say shaped us, guided and mentored us as we grew...an elder who saw potential, offered instructions and encouragement. Just for a moment, as the sun sets right out these windows overlooking Sarasota Bay, please join me in raising a glass to that elder and to all the elders. Mine are right here on the screen - my parents."

The image that came up is the one above.  Even though I knew it was coming, it set off a wave of emotion that was tough to keep together. And, here I am this morning still on the subject.

So what's my point? 

First, all of us have people in our lives who have passed away, and we miss, but it's thanks in part to our career choice, photography, their memories stay so much alive. I'll spare you my lecture on the importance of never compromising on the quality of an image, but that doesn't change your responsibility every time you click the shutter for a portrait.

Second, is letting yourself go with whatever emotion pops up when you're taking that stroll down Memory Lane. After a whole round of tears the other night, sparked by a scene on Grey's Anatomy reminding me of the night my Dad passed away, I apologized to Sheila for my little outburst. She hugged me, laughed and reminded me that missing loved ones we've both lost and then sharing that pain is a crucial ingredient to the strength that holds us together.

So, today's post is as much about what I'm feeling as it is about you. When you've got those moments where a flashback catapults you into the past, just go with it. Most of us put those feelings in a box, and put them away, embarrassed by the potential moment losing control. But, whether you're lucky enough to have a partner as I do, or you're just by yourself, enjoy the moment and recognize the pain you're feeling is a good thing and deserves to be savored and appreciated.

And to Mom and Dad, who I know are together, in a place of peace and watching over us - I miss you guys - Thank you for continuing to always being by my side, and in my heart.  

Wishing everybody a beautiful day and regardless of whether you're celebrating Easter or Passover, make it a day filled with love, peace and the people in your life who keep your heart beating and a smile on your face! And as always, if you can go for a few seconds longer than the usual eleven-second therapy hugs - like Nike's tagline - JUST DO IT!

​Happy Sunday everybody!

Family isn't always blood.
It's the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are.
The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.
Author Unknown

I was recently asked how I keep coming up with something to write about each day. In all honesty, just like many of you who are constantly in search of the ultimate image, I'm no different with topics to write about. It really comes down to loving what I do. 

As photographers, at least those of you who have been at it a few years, you love what you do. Images often come together naturally. Your creativity starts to flow, and you begin framing a new subject and composing images in your mind's eye long before you click the shutter. Well, it's no different with those of us who love to write.

It's a typical Sunday morning, and I had no idea what I wanted to write about until I sent a text to a terrific friend, Suzette Allen and at 4:00 am her time she responded. That set off a hysterical volley of text messages that started with me asking, "Why are you up now?" And, it gave me the perfect topic for Sunday Morning Reflections.

​This isn't a new topic for me, just a reinforcement about the best part of this business, that aspect of our friendships where we help each other. Helping each other, contributing to each other's lives and watching each other's backs is all part of being in this industry, and the longer you're at it, the better it gets. You eventually get to a point where it just becomes part of your daily process.

At the risk of embarrassing Suzette and husband,  Jonny Yoshinaga, here's how it's all rolled up into one terrific friendship over the years:

Suzette and I have known each other for probably twenty plus years, but the friendship was just a friendly hello at any conference we were both attending. The friendship started to ramp up when I got more involved with Panasonic, and she was one of the first LUMIX Ambassadors. 

Then we were all teaching in Nebraska at Marathon's MAP Getaway. More quality time together and the first time we were all able to have dinner together several times, including the night after the conference was over when Bruce Hudson was also there, adding to the mix of friendship.

 Last year we started working on a project together, sharing her photography tips, especially on hybrid videos for Photodex here on the SCU blog.

If there was a turning point where she and Jonny became "family," it was last year when, after a conference in Florida, she and Jonny finally accepted an invitation for the weekend at "Skip and Sheila's B&B."

A couple of years ago I made a new year's resolution to get more quality time with good friends and getting them here for the weekend was all under that umbrella. Well, this is where Jonny and I got our first quality time hanging out together too.

During that weekend I released a post featuring Molly the Wonder Dog in her own short 4K video, thanks to Suzette filming. And, just like they say you become a better tennis player when you play with somebody better than you, hanging out with Suzette and Jonny at the Saturday night drum circle on Nokomis Beach added another dimension to the friendship.

Since then we've worked together on the LUMIX Ambassador Album - a stunning oversized album thanks to Marathon Press. Each double page spread features the work of another LUMIX Ambassador, and there are twenty-five in all. 

And that brings me full circle and finally to my point this morning; great friendships are a testimonial to the individual investment of time we all need to make more of. Your network is essential, but it's the people in that most inner circle you're closest to where there needs to be a little more care and feeding involved. Life often gets in the way, but if you make a stronger effort to stay in touch, it's amazing how rich your life can become. 

Wishing all of you a wonderful Sunday and one filled with time with those people most important in your life. It's those friends who have become family who give our lives more substance, meaning and plenty of smiles. Take those eleven-second therapeutic hugs whenever the opportunity is there and don't waste a minute today thinking about Monday morning - this is your day to kick back and chill!

Happy Sunday everybody!

PS The reason I sent a text to Suzette was to help another good buddy, Kevin Gilligan, who had a question about LUMIX cameras and 4K video. I consider Kevin a very good friend even though we have yet to meet face to face, but enjoy a friendship that's been built on a foundation of phone conversations, emails and his support of SCU with several terrific guest posts. We're an industry that revolves around each of our extraordinary friendships.

Yesterday morning, like I do every day, I hit the birthday notices on Facebook. It's a great way to keep track of what's going on in the lives of friends. Carl Nunn came up, and as I went to wish him a happy birthday, because I hadn't caught up with him in over a year, I clicked on his FB page first. Several people had posted birthday wishes, and then I scrolled down a little farther...

It's probably fifteen years ago I met Carl via a phone call at Rangefinder Magazine. It was late, and everybody had gone home when the phone rang. I did what I usually do...answered it. It was Carl Nunn. He had seen a cover of Rangefinder and was calling to find out how he could submit work. We talked for a long time, and that kicked off a new friendship. (Bill Hurter, then Editor-in-Chief loved Carl's work, and we did a feature story on him a few months later!)

Over the years we'd catch up to each other at the PPE convention in NYC, even grabbed lunch one time. But then, as life often does, time just moved at a rapid speed, and we lost track of each other. Carl wasn't traveling, and I've missed the last couple of PPE shows.

So, here's my point, the best things about our industry involve the friendships that come out of everyone's love for the craft. Life is too short to let those special friendships just die on the vine like a vineyard in a drought. You need to Invest a little time into growing those friendships, and keeping them healthy.

As I'm writing this, there are bittersweet tears in my eyes - bitter because I didn't stay in touch with Carl and sweet, because he came into my life all because I answered a phone. He was a remarkable artist, but even more important as a man. He and I would easily spend an hour on every phone call talking about the industry, photography and here and there personal challenges we both had in our lives. He had a huge heart and was one of the kindest people I've ever met.

I've shared this in other posts: Tennyson wrote in Ulysses, "I am a part of all that I have met." Well everyone who comes into our lives for whatever reason contributes something to who we become. I'm going to miss my conversations with Carl, and I'm sad we didn't talk before he passed away, but I also know he's at peace and I like to think he's hanging out with other great friends our industry has lost over the years.

And that brings me to my usual close of wishing you a spectacular Sunday, and reminding you to go for those eleven-second hugs with those people who are special in your life. Do something today that makes this Sunday just a little more special. Take five minutes and dedicate it to one old friend who you've lost touch with. Find the time to pick up the phone and call them. Time goes by way too fast - don't let old friends disappear like I did Carl. 

Happy Sunday Everybody!

Sunday Morning Reflections couldn't be easier to write this morning. After getting back from WPPI this week, I know exactly what I want to write about.
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It was nine years ago I resigned from Rangefinder/WPPI just a few weeks after the convention. I gave my notice on April 1, 2009, and by the middle of the month was packed up and headed to Ohio to start a new chapter and adventure. Why I threw in the towel at the time I did isn't important. But what I've learned since, is perfect for this morning's post.  

The economy was in the tank when I decided to start my own business, but that didn't change my desire to stop living vicariously through so many of you and see if I had what it took to be an entrepreneur. Family and friends were convinced I was nuts, and looking back I'd have to agree.

I've written about this before, but it's so relevant to my thoughts this morning. I remember talking about my concern over leaving to Sheila. At that time we were dating, but already the very best of friends. She asked me, "What are you afraid of?" There wasn't a second of hesitation in my answer, "Failing!"

There are so many things we fail to do because we're afraid to take the risk. We're insecure about betting on our own hearts. Dreams of things we hope to do someday are delayed because it's safer to procrastinate.

"If you wait for all the lights to turn green, you'll never get started on your journey."
Zig Ziglar

Walking the show floor at WPPI, I was reminded again and again of the entrepreneurial bond that holds us all together. Bumping into old friends and making new ones, I found myself thinking back to that first year in business for myself and the fear and insecurities I had in listening to my heart.

Sheila's response when I said "Failing!" was to remind me of things she knew I'd done already. She reminded me of the network I had in the industry and how much support I had going forward. She asked me questions about other things I'd done in my career before she was in my life. With each answer, I realized my timing for a career change was perfect.

And that brings me to a series of lessons that continue to be reinforced over and again:
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• Everything always works out for the better.
• Fear is a non-productive emotion and needs to be respected but not allowed to guide you.
• Your true friends will always be there for you.

• As you get older you redefine success, and it's not about money, but waking up every morning and smiling.
• The best thing about attending a convention is the energy in the air created by a group of passionate people all on a quest for new ideas, education, and guidance. 

It's been a fantastic journey thus far, thanks to so many of you. It's not always easy, and we stumble along the way, but what a kick to be a part of this community and have each other's support.

Oh, and one more thing I've learned. Sheila, after picking up the flu at IUSA decided not to go with me to WPPI this year. It was only the second time in nine years I was at a convention solo. I've learned that it's a lot tougher to remember people's names without her by my side. She's my "shill," and always steps in recognizing the signs when I'm talking to somebody whose name escapes me!

Wishing everybody a beautiful Sunday with lots of time to just kick back and reflect. I shared a quote on Twitter the other day that seems so appropriate.

So, make it a day without objectives and take the time to do something pointless, which in reality there is no such thing. Even being pointless has its rewards in the appreciation you enjoy having a day without a roadmap. And as always, make those eleven-second hugs part of the day with the people you care about most.

​Happy Sunday Everybody!

I've started this post three times in the last hour trying to figure out what I wanted to write about for Sunday Morning Reflections. A minute ago, just like a cartoon character with a light bulb going off above his head, I realized I've been sitting on the topic all along.

The challenge is, what do you do when the creative juices just don't flow? Which is followed by the pressure we put on ourselves to ALWAYS be on our game. And, there it is, this morning's "ah-ha" moment. It's hardly earthshaking, but we all have days when we just hit the wall. Nothing seems to connect. We don't like what we create. We spin our wheels like a car stuck on ice in a snow drift, (sorry, just trying to be relatable to all my friends dealing with winter! LOL)

On those days when things just don't flow you need to step away and find something else to do that requires minimum stress on your thought process. For me, it was going for a walk with Sheila.  

Every day we put so much pressure on ourselves to get things done; to discover something new; to continue the momentum from the previous day or week. While I write about this all the time, it's not always easy to walk the talk. I get frustrated when my brain doesn't kick into high gear. In the process, I make matters worse because the harder I try to find the start button for my creative genes, the more they disappear.

So, the next time you hear in your head "start your engines," and you turn the key and the battery is dead, take a break and walk away. Do something you enjoy or take a slug stretch and do nothing except ponder the meaning of life. Take the time to kick back and chill.

Most of us live on overload. We wear too many hats, and there is no autofocus helping us decide what direction to take next. That's the time you go for one of those eleven-second therapeutic hugs with somebody special!

Wishing everybody a terrific Sunday and a day filled with peace and a smile here and there. If you're headed to WPPI, safe travels - see you there.

Happy Sunday!

Unlike most Reflections' posts, I went to sleep last night knowing exactly what I wanted to write about this morning.  

My mother died of Alzheimer's almost five years ago and tomorrow would be her 92nd birthday. Alzheimer's is a horrible disease. It's like a burglar breaking into your home, robbing you of a loved one. There's no police report to file and no hope of ever getting your possessions returned. Little by little, over seven years with Mom's battle, we watched her disappear a bit more each day.

But my purpose in writing about this today isn't to relive the pain, but some pretty special moments.

First is the importance photography played in losing Mom. Dad passed away two years later, but thanks to photographs the smiles live on. The contemporary images in this post are all thanks to Bambi Cantrell spending most of a day with my folks. It was just before the Alzheimer's truly took hold. She captured the love they had for each other, and with each photograph, I can "hear" Mom's smile.

And there's my first point this morning - NEVER compromise on the quality of an image! Being a photographer is a huge responsibility. Your clients are putting all their trust in you to capture images that are more than photographs! Even the most routine series of images, depending on the situation, can become a cornerstone of invaluable memories. 

My second point is to remind you that in dealing with Alzheimer's, you're never alone. So many of you are dealing with it now or may be in the near future. There were some things that helped us through the storms a lot.

• Get yourself into a caregiver support group. Dad and I would go to the Caregiver Support Group every Thursday morning. There were 20-30 people there, all dealing with Alzheimer's affecting a family member. Dad learned it was okay to be angry and feel betrayed, and both of us learned ways to support Mom instead of arguing with the disease.
• Pick up a copy of "The 36-Hour Day." It's written like a series of case studies, and I've suggested it to everyone I've met who's dealing with anything under the dementia umbrella. It helped me understand what Mom was going through. Click on the thumbnail to the right to find it on Amazon.
• Savor the good times. Dad commented in the Thursday group one morning, "I'm going to hang on to every good moment we get and squeeze every drop of happiness out of it." It couldn't be cornier, but that's precisely what he did. Things Mom did or thought that just weren't logical but were funny became private stories he stored in his head and went back to over and again when times were tougher.
• ​Nothing beats "Throwback Thursday" photographs with an Alzheimer's patient. Mom loved it when we pulled out the old albums. While her memory was disappearing daily, the older the photograph, the more vivid her memories. She didn't remember eating ten minutes after lunch, but she could name all friends from college and memories from growing up. If you're dealing with Alzheimer's, pull out those old albums and "treasure chest" shoeboxes!

And that brings me full circle to the fun of this morning's post. Photographs keep us in touch with our most special memories. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss my folks, but my very best memories are reinforced thanks to the industry we're all a part of. Even the battle with Alzheimer's had moments that were easier to handle thanks to photography.

Wishing all of you a beautiful Sunday and a day filled with memory-making.  If you're a photographer, think about the things you should do to make your skill set the very best it can be. There's no room for lack of quality in your work and mediocrity is a dirty word! Go for those eleven-second hugs and remind the people you love the most how vital they are in your life.

Happy Sunday and Happy Birthday Mom - sure do love ya!

​If you follow me on Sunday mornings, you're already used to the fact I go off track and a long way from the topic of photography. Well, I've been sitting here pondering what to write about, and as I whined a little to Sheila, who's up early this morning, being my muse she suggested, "Go read something!"

Years ago Sheila got me into the concept of feeding my soul by reading things that were more motivational and spiritual. We know how to feed our bodies with at least three meals every day, but, at least for me, I wasn't always feeding my soul. Well, I decided to catch up on Melody Beattie and stumbled across this passage of brilliance from two days ago:

All of us are chasing some dream, whether it's in business, our skill set or our relationships. There's very little that's beyond our grasp if we're patient. And while it sounds like I know what I'm talking about, I'll always be work in progress. Maybe the reason I love this industry so much is that it allows me to regularly change direction and accept that I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up!

My buddy Scott Bourne once talked about photography being the great equalizer. It doesn't matter how old you are, what race or religion, your financial strength, your sexual orientation or what you look like - you're judged by the quality of your images, the emotion, impact, and memories you capture.

And that brings me full circle back to Melody Beattie's first four words, keep your heart open.

Going through a divorce and challenges with my family, I once hugged my Dad and thanked him for keeping an open heart about my relationship with Sheila. He merely smiled and said, "When you love somebody there is no other choice!"

Wishing all of you a day filled with appreciating the journey you're on, patience, peace and the love of family and good friends. Go for those eleven-second therapeutic hugs and let those special people in your life know they're important to you.

Happy Sunday everybody! 

Sunday mornings in our house always start out the same way, but not this morning. For the first time in years I slept in an extra hour. I'm writing with just a little more energy than usual, and I've got just the topic.

At the end of last June, Sheila and I started walking every morning for half an hour. We were both tired of the aging process and decided to get back into shape, modify our diet and it's working. Except for the flu battle after IUSA, we're feeling great - lots more energy, but there's been a side benefit, perfect to share this morning. 

Wherever we've lived we've never taken the time to really get to know our neighbors. We had our lives and they had their's. So, beyond the houses on either side, that's always been pretty much it. Walking every morning we've made it a point to introduce ourselves to everybody who was out.

We moved just over a year ago to a smaller community with a wonderful mix of younger couples, kids and a few retirees sprinkled here and there. Sometimes I've taken a camera with me, other times if there's something I want to photograph I'll grab the camera and head back out, but here's the fun of it all. 

All of us live busy hectic lives. We rarely take the time anymore to stop and talk, especially to people we don't know. I'm convinced the hat I wear has been the icebreaker we needed and here's a perfect example.

Our son is military and gave me this baseball hat which I'm rarely without. I know I talked about it in a past post. It means a lot to me and I wear it with a great deal of pride. It's also an interesting conversation starter wherever we go.

​On morning walks over the holidays we met "Rob." He walked about the same time we did every day. We thought we were meeting a new neighbor, but as it turned out, he was visiting his son a couple of streets over for Christmas and New Years. He asked about my hat and a week after he left we got a package in the mail.

He sent us a Service Flag to hang in our front window. The Service Flag is an official banner authorized by the Department of Defense for families who have a member serving in any branch of the Armed Forces. ​He had mentioned he was going to send us one, but people always make promises they don't keep. So, when it arrived, Rob's follow-through confirmed a lot about our instinct that he seemed like a good guy.

So, here's my point this beautiful Sunday morning. Let's all slow it down a little and get to know the people around us - the neighborhood. If you have small children it's easy to get to know your neighbors, but I'm betting if you're an empty nester you know far less people in the immediate area than you did when you had kids at home.

Wishing everybody a wonderful Sunday and time to slow things down a little. Take the time to have a conversation with a neighbor. Let's all work to expand our world beyond texts and emails and shake a few hands! And as always, go for those eleven-second hugs with the people most special in your life!

Happy Sunday everybody!

We're back from the convention in Nashville, and it's pretty much a normal Sunday morning. As usual I'm up early, Molly the Wonder Dog is resting at my feet and Sheila's hopefully still asleep. I just can't seem to sleep past 6:30 am.

As usual, I'm off track - far from the topic of photography. However, if you're joining me then you already know the direction I take on Sunday mornings. And, from your response it seems the more I go off track, the better. 

Yesterday while looking for some great quotes for the week ahead, I ran across this one:

As I've gotten older I've noticed how fast time seems to fly by. I'm aware of how quickly one memory seems to melt into another, and another. I've found myself caring about things that never mattered and being concerned about issues that always seemed so far removed.

The current scare over the flu epidemic is a perfect example since I'm now old enough to be close to the danger zone. In fact, just watching the news and seeing one tragedy after another has me holding Sheila just a little tighter when we snuggle up at night. 

None of us know what tomorrow will bring, and that takes me to my point this morning. We've got to do the best job we can of living our lives to the fullest. There's a unique level of awareness that comes with age. I realize just how short life really is, and how fast time literally flashes by.

It's fine to recognize things you should have done differently in the past, but life isn't about what's in your rearview mirror. It's about the journey ahead of you. Learn from your regrets and move on to that next special moment.

Wishing you a day filled with peace, love and memory-making moments. Take the time to remind those people most important to you of the special role they play in your life. Go for those therapeutic eleven-second hugs. And, just to play off one of my favorite sunsets above - great sunsets can't be a part of your life if you don't take the time to look at them!

Happy Sunday everybody!

The portrait of me, with Sheila in the background, was done by our good friend Elena Hernandez from Dallas. She captured the moment at the Signature Hotel in Las Vegas during a WPPI convention.

I wrote a blog post about it last March. This was captured in between the two doorways going in and out of the Signature. If you know Elena, then you also know there's no shortage of creativity when it comes to her portraits. With one click of the shutter, she managed to capture one of my most favorite portraits of Sheila and me.
 
Here's the link to the blog post and the pictures of the doorway where she captured the image.

 ​The lightbulb, dedicated to Sheila and me, could well be one of the most unique gifts we've ever received. 

It's eclectic and pure fun, but that's also the way I'd define the friendship with Joe Elario who sent it to us. We met back in my Hasselblad days. Once a year at the New York show we'd catch up and talk about the previous year as if the last sentence from the year before ended with a comma. 

Over the years, "JP," just a teenager when we first met at the convention, came into the business and the two of them have become one of the strongest father-son teams in professional photography today.

Over the years, Joe and I have made it a point to get out to dinner and share more time together outside conventions. Nothing beats great friendships!

The pocket watch was my grandfather's. He's the one I never met before my "Uncle Joe" came into the family. My Dad gave me the watch, and I was able to find the original 1927 Gruen ad on eBay. By the way, the watch keeps perfect time!

Last but not least, is Dad's fraternity paddle. When being punished once, my Dad came into my room and closed the door. He said, "I know you understand what you did was wrong and your mother wants you to get a few swats from the paddle. So, when I hit my leg you'd better cry like there's no tomorrow."

I'm sure I'm not the only one who has fun with memories and maybe that's a small part of each new year - looking at the journeys from our past.
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Happy New Year everybody! Wishing you a year (not just the usual Sunday) filled with achieving your dreams or at least getting you closer to your goals. I hope it's a year of good health and minimal moments of sadness. However, when sadness does enter your life, I hope it's with the support of great people to lean on.

And as always on Sunday's, wishing you time with those most important in your life and plenty of those eleven-second hugs. Thank you for the way you've enriched my life and supported one project after another. 2017 is going to be a fantastic year for all of us!

​Happy New Year!