So, confession. I’ve been letting life pass me by.
To my credit, it’s been a stressful few months. I returned from my wedding on a newlywed high, which only meant that reality hit me harder than it should have. When I walked into my office on that Tuesday, it more closely resembled the Wild West than a civilized office in northwest Washington DC. While I had been out, there were several staffing changes, all taking place a month and a half before our annual event. So, everything was thrown into warp speed as we scrambled to make up lost time, while navigating new leadership.
And then school started again.
And then we started house renovations.
So, I quickly fell back into my routine of waking up, getting on the bus, complaining about the bus, spending too long at work, catching the bus home, complaining about the bus some more, maybe going to the gym, and going to sleep. Day after day.
With a blink of an eye, it has been 2 months, and I haven’t accomplished anything personally. What happened to my passion for life? For my husband? For being creative?
So, today, I recommit myself.