Still Alive

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.

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3 Responses to Still Alive

  1. Kimi says:

    Dude. I want to be the guy that says being in the Twin Towers during the 9/11 attack was mearly “overwhelming”. Makes my week look really really tame.

  2. Well, to be fair, English was his second language, so something about “overwhelming” might have been lost in translation. But still, I’m with you … it makes my life pale in comparison. Perspective is everything.

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