Because October’s post spoke to so many readers about the need for renewal, and because the upcoming holiday season offers the opportunity for time off to regroup for the new year, I have decided to share my takeaways from this year’s trip to Skaneateles sooner than I had originally planned.
My time at the lake this year was about being in the here and now. I try to do this at home, but being away frames it differently.
There’s the packing and the unpacking, the seven hour trip there and back, the joy of arriving and the sadness of leaving. Going to the same place every year has sharpened my awareness of these dichotomies, and I know the alternating rhythm well enough that sway with it immediately.
Recently I was on my way home from a visit to a friend in Philadelphia, and after I boarded the train at 30th Street Station and settled into my seat, I noticed a man in his mid-fifties across the aisle from me. 
I’m sitting in the cozy living room of a house perched on the side of a steep hill overlooking Skaneateles Lake. (Pronounced “skinny-atlas,” it’s the second easternmost of New York’s Finger Lakes). 
Sitting across the table from me is a very bright, articulate, mature woman with an underutilized law degree. 
A few months ago I acted on a goal I have had for a long time—to start a 
With his usual talent for organization and clarity, Daniel Pink, the author of 
