A lot of good things have happened. (And some less good stuff too.) And they’re documented here, for the most part, which is a very cool thing.
I’m ready now to keep some of these happenings to myself. To live a little more presently. Maybe one day I’ll want to capture it all again in a space like this. Or maybe I won’t.
But it would be a mistake to leave without a humble and heartfelt thank you to the people who have read this little blog, sent me kind notes, shared in celebrations, texted me the best tipsy messages of all time, inspired me to make/do/eat/explore something new, and come into my real life.
Thank you, thank you for providing me with so much joy and inspiration and humor and photos of cheese. I’ve loved it all.
On accepting compliments.
Him: I like that new dress.
Me: …thanks? (quizzical look)
Me: You’ve seen it.
Him: I have?
Me: I was wearing it when you proposed to me.
Me: And all over Italy. In like half our pictures.
Me: And about 409 times since then.
Him: I’M SORRY I TRIED TO TELL YOU YOU LOOK NICE. JESUS.
The kind of nothing that involves your significant other being away for the evening, thus allowing you to:
-order the thing from the chinese takeout menu that he doesn’t eat; and
-watch the t.v. he doesn’t watch; and
-go to bed earlier or later than he prefers; and
-put 1,000 pillows and blankets on the couch like a feather and cashmere kingdom because you get colder than he does.
So, I’m actually doing everything I’ve wanted this week.
Crab rangoon and Joe Gorga here I come.
The last time I was this hot, I was on a boat in the Indian Ocean with two coolers full of beer, my husband and some super fun fishing guides.
Today, I am in a cube in the suburbs with a luke-warm diet coke, my co-workers and some super sucky projects.
Then > Now (x 1,000).
I’ve been tasked with coming up with a series of possibly team-building activities for our staff.
Have you ever done any (on-site or off) that weren’t the lamest/most uncomfortable?
I work with a group of…let’s call them “not enthusiastic”…people. Most people like to keep their head down and punch the clock no later than 5:01. So, I need less pep-rally and more…aspirational? Incentivizing? Just something that won’t make people hate me.
(Also we’re a nonprofit, so no “reward trips” to the Bahamas or the like.)