Jenner, California

That I only ate half of my berries and granola for breakfast elicited a query from my server on my satisfaction with it, and then a brief scowl that I wasted food. Being an adult means that I stop eating when I’ve had enough.

Today I am my author J, holed up on the West Marin coast writing her memoir. The ocean is outside my door and it’s raining lightly. Or misting heavily. I’m not sure but regardless, it’s perfect writing weather. I find it easier to write in someone else’s voice when I am away from my home office. I do some of my best work in coffee shops, the lounge at my gym, on planes, and when in Tahoe or New York, places I often visit.

I am grateful for the view and for the opportunity to hike during my afternoon break from the keyboard. And to fuel my body with exactly what it needs to become J, albeit just for a few days.