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Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes...

Dear members and constituents,
What chasm separates longing from gratefulness; regret from acceptance; envy from generosity? Why do we sometimes think all times past were better when so much good living is yet ahead of us? I think the difference between a hollow pursuit of happiness and the simple joy of living is all in your head. Looking back on my recent pilgrimage to Ecuador, I am glad for the time spent with family and friends. I enjoyed horseback riding in the mountains and eating ceviche in a shack by the beach (even though I must admit I regretted that decision the better part of the following week). And, yes, I could try to cling to the good times I had and begrudge coming back to work, but that attitude would prevent me from enjoying the good friends and awesome work I have right here. So while a month in the land of eternal spring may have left me utterly unprepared to bear the scorching summer heat, I look forward to getting back to a fantastic remainder of the year.
Speaking of great things we find right here in Broomfield there’s Friday donuts, here today courtesy of donut boy Bill Long (who is out enjoying himself somewhere in Montana). And as you’re coming down to grab yours, you might want to jam to this awesome Jimmy Buffet song...
Happy Friday!

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