
The other night, my wife and I were cleaning up after dinner. And after all the dishes were put up in the washer, the leftovers put away into the refrigerator, counters wiped down, we just stood there in the middle of our kitchen and hugged each other. We held that hug for several minutes. And afterwards, she said, “I need more of that.”

Do you find it challenging to pull yourself out of bed in the morning? Are you living on that triple shot Caramel Macchiato? Are you tempted to nap every afternoon? Does your body protest when your brain feels like exercising? Do you feel like fatigue is all that separates you from your mojo?
I shocked Yoni today. (Have I told you about Yoni yet? She's my inner feminine- my vagina, uterus, ovaries, and little voice inside. We've become friends, and we chat from time to time.) I didn’t mean to, but I think I snuck up on Yoni, taking her a little off guard, when she was reading a book or maybe watching some old Sex and the City reruns.