It seems people are frantic to find new things to do. Fortunately, I have a suggestion. Each year for the past 10 years, I have patiently waited for hummingbirds to return to East Tennessee so I could launch my bird-feeding project. It’s incredible that they return at all; they fly hundreds of miles to get to my bird feeder. It amazes me how this happens, and how they make their way home to my yard.
I’m careful to keep their feeder clean and filled with a combination of sugar and water in just the right proportions. For reasons known only to them, they seem to like the color red; I always have a bunch of red or pink flowers around the feeder, which must be kinda’ like a beacon for them. Every day that they are here, I take time to watch them throughout the day. I’ve stood outside, near the feeder, and occasionally a hummingbird will hover close to me. I totally love that. In return for all this free food and a friendly landing zone for them, they give me a special present each year.
I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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