I’ve been doing the streamlining that my Year of Attunement is calling for.

The business I’m running isn’t about helping people do things the simplest, easiest, most convenient way that’s worked well enough up ‘til now.

I’m here for the folks who came to the field out of passion and now know that’s not a healthy basis for a working life and want better for themselves and their colleagues.

I’m for the changemakers more than the places where they make change.

What I thought was going to be a day of just driving home brought me one last surprise, which was a visit to the Corning Museum of Glass.

There’s truly something special about feeling like you click with weirdos whose oddness matches your own. The most magic places and experiences are definitely not for everyone, but you don’t get something truly special without turning some people off.

Today’s post is a photo story in 3 museum exhibitions.

1. Alice Neel: People Come First

2. James Turrell, Three Gems

3. Guo Pei: Couture Fantasy

It’s been a long time since I’ve spent a whole day in an art museum, and I came away with the fuzzy-headed feeling of having soaked up thought-provoking and visually interesting material all day long.

My museum visits on this trip have been reminders that I do still love these places, and that they make me think. Think critically and disappointedly and aspirationally and fondly and many more adverbs besides. But I’m not done with them, in either a personal or a professional sense.

An incomplete list of things that made me very happy today.

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An incomplete list of things that made me anxious today

I’ve bid my darling friends farewell and camped in Joshua Tree National Park and avoided all information about the Oscars until the flood of text messages that came in today when I came back out of the park.

Some highlights and thoughts from the past two days.

These ladies are ride or die. We’ve seen each other through so many hilarious moments and traumatic ones. We’ve been through major life milestones together, and also little moments whose only consequence is that we’ve shared them.