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the first

the first

 Shirt: Banana Republic; Pants: French Connection; Shoes: Indigo Rd.; Bag: Coach; Sunglasses: Dolce & Gabbana

Shirt: Banana Republic; Pants: French Connection; Shoes: Indigo Rd.; Bag: Coach; Sunglasses: Dolce & Gabbana

Ah, the first of the month. Without fail, we incorrectly write the date [yep it's now 11, not 10].  Our Google calendars reset, and we’re now at the top row with the rest of the month no longer shaded in. Or, for the old school folks like me, we flip the shiny laminated month divider in our planner to the next untouched section [I love that feeling].

Yep, the first of the month. To be honest, I don’t think it gets its fair share of spotlight. We go all out for New Year’s Eve and perhaps rightly so [I mean, it only happens every 365 days]. But what about ringing in a new month? It doesn’t have to be as over the top as an extravagant party with a one million person guest list in the heart of New York City [another NYC spectacle I've never attended], but I think some celebration is certainly warranted.

With every new month, it’s almost like we get to to reset and refocus. As for me, it’s coming up on 2 months that I’ve been in my role here at YouTube [I know, I can’t believe it either], and things are finally starting to make sense. The number of clarifying questions that I ask after a meeting is starting to decrease, and my brainstorm ideas have officially made it onto the whiteboard [or maybe it’s just that I gained the confidence to voice them in the first place-either way, a win-win]. In any case, I’m starting to feel a slight sense of normalcy, and especially in a time of transition, normalcy is hard to come by.

So, I’m excited for the month of November. In addition to continuing down this new path here out West, it also means that Thanksgiving is right around the corner. And that means a trip back home, home cooked meals [my family throws it down in the kitchen], and of course, permission by way of social norms to start listening to Christmas carols [which, to be honest, I could listen to all year round].

 

the perfect pair

the perfect pair

a crane in the sky

a crane in the sky