I'm checking out of Canyon Ranch Tucson today. Under duress.

I went in guilty about taking the time. I answered some emails on the first day because the work is also important. I overscheduled myself because that's what I do.

On my second morning, I was on a 5:45am canyon walk when our guide pointed to a saguaro — tall and straight, no arms yet, just starting to fruit at the top — and said:

*Saguaros don't bloom until they're 40 to 50 years old.*

Four of us stopped walking at the same time. Nobody had to say anything.

Full story coming soon — the clairvoyant, the craniosacral massage, the art journal, the bingo win, and what the desert does to you if you let it.

In the meantime: you're not late. You're just growing. 🌵