So many things to be grateful for. And I am. I don’t want to sound like a brat…. But I do, and it seems like I am ungrateful. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I am in a job – the box. Been at this job for a long while lately. Sure, it’s hard. Sure, it’s challenging and it feels some days like a false sense of reality, working to fulfill insignificant goals. A place that I use to pave the way to afford the things I want, need, and love. And that is the truth. But I am so grateful. I have been tossing around and testing a truth that I think I have discovered: that “For something to be true, you have to see it from both sides.” I truly feel that is a place where…
Woke up at 4:30am. Made coffee. Straightened up the living room. Last night, although my heart was terribly heavy, was also full. Of memories and magic. My guy, in the kitchen crafting and curating an orchestra of flavors on a pork butt. Me, on the couch, serendaded by jazz music as I rumaged through a few pages of Bird by Bird. I stopped to take these moments in, and pushed aside the panic and dread I felt in my chest about the weight of my current job. When I go a few weeks without travel, I find I fall into a corporate haze. The Rat Race. Suits. Chains. Beholden to the Almighty 9-5. In my desk most days, I sit in my cubicle, watching the minutes sludge along as I eagerly anticipate my release into freedom. Locked in a brightly halogen-lit mecca box of clacking &…