This year kind of caught up with me.  I can't believe we are already at the end of a most magnificent, compelling and difficult year.  I have to say that the last couple of years have been my hardest and most rewarding.  In October I became the Director of Draper Whitman (US Division).  It's a major catapult to my career and I am very grateful for the opportunity.  I work with brilliant people who like to have a good time while at work.
 I used to commute 15 minutes to work and now I take the train downtown (about 40 minutes). 
My commute has regulated my life in a way that I really enjoy. I park in the same spot every morning #317 (so I always know what slot to put my money in).  I take the same train in every morning. I see the same people, most of us dressed in black marching into the city and taking it by storm ready to start "work".  The view of the city from the train is an eclectic wonderful mess from the pristine high rises to the graffiti filled junkyards.  Every day the route is the same yet every day the scene is different.  I usually choose the "quiet car".  Kudos to the one who thought of this.  It's like a library moving at a very fast pace - a bookmobile without the books.  I can  work on my computer, read a book, play a game or just sit and think.  The great thing is I don't have to talk.  I find this is perfect for me since most of my day is spent on the phone.  The silence is bliss and it's really funny to see when someone gets on and they don't know it's the "quiet car".  I watched one guy get stared down until he got off his cell.  Amusing!  After my monkish morning of silence only interrupted by the announcement of the stops or the conductor asking for tickets I then start my foot commute.  I walk about 3/4 of a mile to get to my office.on the 14th floor where I have such a wonderful view of the city. 
I always take the route toward Madison, walk up the 52 stairs on the right (because somehow the right side is faster than the left).  I cross the same bridge, my commuter troop make the same clomp, clomp, clomp sound as if we are tap dancing into the city.   I love how the commuters move into the city in a symphonic way.  There's no pushing or shoving, no "me first" attitude that I so often see in the suburbs.  We all work together moving in harmony with each other.  It's understood that we all have some place to be.
I hear the same guy cry, "Good Morning, get your Red Eye!"  At the end of the bridge will be the same guy shaking his cup to my right.  The sound of jangling change rings in my ears.  I get to my first street to cross and in front of me is the same old man wearing his blue and orange "Bears" sock cap trudging at a snail's pace.  I cross several more streets and see "cute boy" walking in the opposite direction, at the same time every morning.  I know I am close to work when I hear the sound of jangling change two more times.  The first cup guy always has a half dozen pigeons hanging out with him.  One day I gave him money and mentioned the birds and he said they were "his" birds.  I smiled.....he must feed his birds.  The smell of coffee fills the street air on my left and  I am entering the revolving door.  I am privileged to view a magnificent piece of art every single morning by English artist, Henry Moore as I make my way up the escalator. I am close to art galleries, museums, great restaurants and bars and amidst a sea of people - every day. 
Life is good!