I’m here. Right here. I’m sure you were all starting to wonder if I became one of “those” bloggers that has forsaken you, my readers, because my real life has become more relevant than my cyber life. Rest assured. I am right here. And I have been thinking about you all week. Longing for the opportunity to sit peacefully and write. But instead, my last week looked something like this:
- 5:30 am ferry rides across the frigid Puget Sound all week to fight traffic in the freezing rain and arrive in Corporate America with a Starbucks IV pumping the sweet nectar of the gods through my bloodstream.
- Four-inch cherry-red patent-leather heels that make me look like a “professional.” I’m not 100% sure I’ve nailed the difference between professional business consultant and professional escort, but I am 100% sure I was going for the professional business consultant look. (This could be a good case for wearing flip-flops next time though, I think.)
- Hours upon (countless) hours of presentations on industry-leading strategy in fast evolving marketplaces while taking into consideration the unique needs of emerging demographics from around the world. Read: Brain on and at constant attention. No time for a break.
- Winding my way around the complex and serpentine one-way city streets trying to get from the parking garage to the freeway that I can reach out and touch but cannot get to for miles upon miles of urban jungle.
- Driving like a zombie to the ferry as quickly as I can–no time to stop for food, because I want to kiss my kids before they fall asleep, knowing that I will be up before the butt-crack of dawn again the next morning.
- Counting the hours until Friday when I can sleep in and snuggle with my daughter before enjoying the weekend, only to find out on Thursday night at 10:00 pm that I have to go meet a new client in the morning.
- Realizing on Friday morning while waiting for my new-client meeting to start that Grandma’s health is in jeopardy, so it is time to drop everything and go visit her. So, I call my husband and hear his voice for the first time in days (it’s been marriage by text all week), and ask if he can look into a mini-vacation this weekend. It turns out that there are too many conflicts, so it is just me again … flying solo for 100+ miles and 2 ferry rides to go visit Grandma for 24 hours.
Then, I came home and passed out. Don’t think for a second though that my mind wasn’t full of all kinds of things I could have minimized last week.
In fact, at one point, I was sitting in a conference room with a man who was sighing heavily and saying he was overwhelmed by his email. I asked him how it was going, and he quickly recanted his statement, claiming that “overwhelming” wasn’t a good choice of words given he was actually in the Twin Towers on 9/11 during the terrorist attack. That was “overwhelming,” he said. Email is just a nuisance. If that wasn’t a fresh perspective in the middle of the week, I don’t know what else could have been. I suppose getting up and getting dressed and going to work in the city for one week a year is not worthy of being overwhelmed either. Perhaps I should be grateful to have a job. Excited for the opportunity to learn about all of this incredible strategy. Encouraged that I do not have to juggle this kind of work/life balance on a daily basis … and realize that perhaps my comfy home office (with or without my husband’s Pandora music and ESPN highlights streaming through my brain) *is* the elusive work/life balance I’m constantly trying to achieve.