I’m working from Whole Foods Flagship store today. I’m already here. When I lived in Manhattan and had business cards and a 401k, I strolled into work at 10:30 AM. Now, I’m pulling into the Whole Foods parking lot at 8:30 AM. Who am I? I’m someone who’s no longer workin’ for the man, that’s who. And I love it.

I am so goddamn thankful. I’m lucky, so blessed, with good health, somewhat decent genes, a delicious family, a fantastic home, true friends, and I’m so so grateful that I know what I want to be when I grow up. I know what I’m good at, what I enjoy. And today I just feel like celebrating it all.

Here’s to a productive day of cranking out the brilliance. And to a night of baking with summer stone fruits, an heirloom tomato salad with fresh basil from our garden. Okay, that’s a little lie. Our “garden,” despite our wealth of land, is nothing more than a dirt box on a baker’s rack. Baby steps.

I am grateful for Chai spices. For salad bars and seafood soups. For chicken pot pies (I’m definitely making one this summer!). For travel itineraries and swim lessons. For glass cases filled with cheesecake brownies, bran muffins, and French pastries. I’m appreciative of the bald man, the tattooed woman, and the old couple in matching hats. I love my life and the people who fill it. Here’s to a magical day, for one and all. Only, holy fcuk, eating tuna fish sandwiches (in public) should be outlawed. Who can work with that stink?