Last weekend I had four days off in a row, and I hit this strange point during the day on Sunday where I turned to Andreas and said, simply, “I’m bored.”

This is a rare occurance for me. I have so many projects and plates spinning at any given time that it’s truly unusual for me to find myself in a state of boredom.

It wasn’t really for lack of things to do … I think it was just evidence of my usual “coming down from the month of May” swing that I always have this time of year. I still have things to do, but my projects are in a different phase. Finishing up the second round of revisions on the book, following through on plans, etc. May rocks every year, and every year as the month winds to a close, I get a slight sense of weightlessness as I shift from the momentum of spring into to lull of summer.