Somewhere in Chelsea, a window asked a question.

What Are You Made Of?

It’s a bold question and one I didn’t expect to be thinking about as I traipsed through the Big Apple on a whirlwind Christmas adventure. We all probably ought to be ready with the answer but I’m not sure I know anymore.

And maybe that’s ok. We don’t always need all the answers.

It has been a long and challenging few years for the world in general and for me specifically. Adventure season will be here soon. Maybe I’ll start to remember then who I am and what I’m made of.

So, you know I have to ask What are you made of? I can’t wait to hear.