Editor’s Letter: Spring, 2017

This sure has been one dynamic Chicago spring. Earlier this week when my parents visited Tricia and me from Las Vegas we saw 87 degrees. We carried our jackets and had our sleeves rolled up as we walked through Millennium Park. The sun beat upon us as we casually strolled through Lurie’s Gardens, snapped photos, and people-watched. We grabbed a drink at the Congress Plaza hotel. We sat outside on Portillos’ patio for Chopped Salads and Diet Coke’s.

Today, four days later, it’s 40 degrees – at best – and wet. My morning long run left me soaked and wind-tired (running east along Navy Pier was a mother) and I partook in an extra cup of coffee at breakfast to keep warm. Par for the course for May in the windy city.

Ah, middle-aged livin’.

It’s been an emotional spring thus far, too. What with the weather with its confused, indecisive ebbs and flows, a family member who lost his home and most everything he’s worked for and collected all his life to a fire, an uptick in responsibilities at work, running less than usual (by choice), having to part ways with my parents yet again – something that gets harder every time. Even with all of this I find myself with an outlook as positive as ever.

The days are longer. I’ve taken up photography. Tricia and I got a dog. I’m writing more and enjoying it. I’m more comfortable in my own skin. I visited Playa Del Carmen; I’ve caught up with old friends and made new ones.

Sometimes being present and presentable means we need to take a step back when things start to overwhelm us to appreciate where we are, where we were, and how far we’ve come.

If you find yourself with a case of the “blah’s,” take a step back and ground yourself. Assess. Take an inventory. Appreciate what you have – there’s someone out there who has a LOT less. There’s also someone out there who can relate. Open up. Talk. Get organized.

Your perception is your reality.

In remembrance of the late Chris Cornell, continue to find your sliver linings and deny the temptation to descend. Instead rise, “as seasons roll on by.”

Kevin

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Author: Kevin Baum

I'm a Chicago native with a passion for style, fitness, travel, and personal improvement. And pizza!

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