Today is part celebration, part pep talk.
It’s been 5 years since I started this blog. FIVE YEARS. And in that time basically everything’s changed. I’ve changed.
Engagement, wedding, marriage, therapy, better relationship with my parents, better friendships with women, friends moving away, taking myself more seriously while learning to lower the bar, taking my writing more seriously, new job, work promotions, hiring an assistant, rock climbing, camping and travel.
All in 707 blog posts.
The picture above is from Rome. I shot 50 photos of this man stringing waves of bubbles as children ran through them. The light was gorgeous. The day was brilliant. The sense was that we were in the right place at the right time after all we dealt with.
I wish I was there right now.
Instead, I am sorting through #allthepiles (of shit) doing ALL THE WORK, trying to keep perspective, and knowing that the weekend is 48 hrs away. I am up and running 2 miles at 5am with the dog before 6am meetings, wolfing down oatmeal because we’re too busy to shop for groceries, trying to focus on the fact that I got this instead of this will kill me.
It won’t kill me.
In the grand scheme of it, after all I’ve done in even just the past 5 years, in the happiness and the grief, this week’s craziness’s got nothing on me. I’ve learned that my work is not my worth and I am worthy of being here regardless of how much I get done.
At least, that’s what I’m going to tell myself as the emails roll in.