When did you feel the most like yourself?
When, thinking back over your life, were you the very best version of yourself?
This is me at 49, in January 2010, atop Mount Diablo, close to where I grew up near San Francisco, CA. The BF and I had just returned from a sailing vacation in the Bahamas when I found out my momâs breast cancer had spread to her brain and that she had only a few months left to live.
I dropped everything and moved back to my parentâs house. Iâm glad that I did. It was awful, and great, with lots of black humor, confusion and tears. My life however seemed crystal clear at this point. We were all focused on making my momâs death the best it could be.
My mom died a week after this photo was taken.
I donât know that I was the best version of myself, at this point, I donât think Iâve changed versions much over the years.
Maybe thatâs my problem!
I feel 20 years older now, maybe 30.















