“Buzzy, I see one!"

No sooner had the words left Emery's mouth than she was off running across the yard, wand in hand, determined to save us all from the dragon lurking nearby. Her little sister, Autumn, was right behind her, gripping her own magical wand with complete confidence that together we could make the dragon disappear.

Thankfully, our castle was close by.

The air was thick before I ever stepped onto the first tee. It was one of those hot, sticky summer mornings where you can almost feel the humidity resting on your shoulders. Dark clouds lingered overhead, threatening rain at any moment, yet somehow never quite committing. It wasn't exactly ideal golfing weather, but there we were, clubs in hand, determined to make the best of it.

The sun was sparkling across the lake, laughter drifted across the dock, and the occasional splash of someone jumping into the water echoed through the Northwoods air. It was another beautiful summer afternoon at my brother Greg and sister in law Pat's cabin in Wisconsin, one of those days where no one was looking at the clock and everyone seemed perfectly content to simply enjoy being together.

After spending most of the day swimming, floating, boating, and relaxing on the dock, someone suggested we play Tip Cup.

There is something magical about summer evenings in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. As the sun begins to sink behind the trees, the lake takes on a golden glow and the air feels just a little softer. After a day filled with boating, swimming, tubing, skiing, surfing, fishing, and family time, there is nothing better than gathering together on the deck, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company.

Every July, my family heads north to my brother Greg and sister in law Pat's summer home tucked away in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. It has become one of those traditions that quietly anchors our family each year. Long before we arrive, the anticipation begins. Calendars are checked, vacation days are requested, grocery lists are made, and everyone starts counting down the days until we're together again.

A few months ago, I was talking with my daughter Hannah on the phone. It wasn't one of those calls where we set out to change our lives. It was simply two people chatting about this and that, letting the conversation wander wherever it wanted to go.

Somehow, the topic of starting a business came up.

There is something magical about a summer Friday evening.

The sun hangs a little lower in the sky, casting that beautiful golden light that seems to invite you to slow down and savor the moment. The birds are chirping, the breeze is gentle, and for a few hours, life feels a little lighter.

The elevator doors opened and suddenly it felt like we had stepped into another world.

Above us stretched a brilliant blue sky. Around us stood tall buildings reflecting the sunshine, and below us the city buzzed with its usual Sunday energy. Rows of striped lounge chairs faced a giant movie screen, and colorful flowers framed the entrance to the Rooftop Cinema Club. For a moment, I just stood there taking it all in.

Every Wednesday, I gather around a table filled with colorful tiles, score cards, a little friendly competition, and a group of women who have become one of my favorite parts of the week.

Now, if you have ever played Mahjong, you know there is a lot more to it than simply matching pretty little tiles. At least that is what I tell myself every week when I look down at my rack and Mahjong card and think, “Wait a minute, what section can I play?”

The other day, I found myself staring at my computer screen with a list of tasks in front of me and a question quietly circling in my mind. What if this doesn't work? It wasn't the first time that thought had appeared over the last couple of months, and I'm guessing it won't be the last.