Today, I had intended to share with you the enchanting dinner I enjoyed at Local 127 last Sunday. But when I started uploading and editing the photographs, I discovered some forgotten photos of a rain-soaked, perfect evening with my friend Kelly at St. Mary’s summer festival, and the plan changed.
When I landed my new job, all of my previous notions about living a “balanced” life—whatever that is—went out the window. By whatever kismet or divine joke or twist of fate, I’m the closest I’ve ever been to having my dream job. I love what I do and I work hard at it, and that feels amazing.
But opening week and the weeks that followed were difficult for all of us. A couple of things happened that really shook my confidence. I never expected this to be easy, but two weeks ago, for the first time since June, I came home thinking, I really don’t know if I can do this.
Lest you begin to wonder too, I still think I can.
I think what really happened was that mind, body, and soul were just begging for a break. Kelly came through with the festival invite at the perfect time, as it was just the catalyst I needed—a chance to take a step back, connect with a friend, and just enjoy humanity and nature and all of the things that ground and inspire me.
I think that’s the new plan. Not a balance so much as a stretch—heels on ground, head in clouds.
And so, I’m sorry, my friends, but dinner will have to wait for a few days.
I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.