Peach Friedman
author, educator & trainer
intuitive fitness for women

My life is juicy. I was reminded of this today in a piece of fan mail. I mean, that in and of itself is juicy! I get fan mail! When did my life get so good!?

I’ve had a crummy couple of weeks. A summer cold, way too much stuff on my plate, not nearly enough stuff in the bank, emotional family confrontations, interpersonal stresses and intense Sacramento heat (can you say one-hundred-and-eight-degrees?) have led me into a spell of the blues.

But today, I received one of the more enthusiastic letters from a fan I’ve ever been lucky enough to get, and it’s made me take a fresh look at my life.

A few images from my juicy life…
Blowing out my 30th birthday candle at the Slanted Door in San Francisco earlier this month

With baby Victoria

Cuddling with Daddy by the Golden Gate Bridge

I do eat almond butter with chocolate chips off a wooden spoon (as my fan mail suggested, and oh, I don’t know who I’d be without nuts and chocolate!) and I have the sexiest husband alive (rawr). My baby smells like heaven and is a total freak-out spazoid like her mom (adorable!). I have the best friends in the world who listen to me whine on the phone, the best job on the planet (are “planet” and “world” synonyms?) and 108 degrees feels a lot better this summer than it did last when I was pregnant and pukey.

On top of that, in three days I fly back to home sweet Virginia for a vacation, where I get to go tubing on the James river and celebrate one of my best friend’s wedding.

So, to the darling woman from New York who sent me a note and saved me from my funk: you, too, are pretty darn juicy.