Baby Steps

It’s been too long.  I miss blogging.  I miss doing things that are blogworthy.  I miss having bloggable thoughts.

I had a big two day meeting at corporate headquarters this week that I was super stressed about and busy preparing for.  It all went well, and although there is still a lot of work to do to, I promised myself that I would start re-introducing “my life” back in to my life after the meeting.   I like to keep my promises to myself and I think this is an important one! I’m taking baby steps.

I took the entire day off and am not looking at my blackberry until tomorrow.  I took a nap and went for a run.  Two things I have not done in quite a while.  Naps are luxurious.

I did squeeze in a 24 hour trip to Atlantic City last week to see a Malt Shop Memories concert produced by my brother-in-law’s father.  It was more fun than I thought it would be, rocking to the oldies with my fam.  We were tearing it up in the aisles (inspired by my “fun-in-a-can” sister of course.)  I could not stay awake late enough to hit the tables, but I did get to shake Frankie Avalon’s hand.  (That would be him in the photo singing “Beauty School Drop Out”) That was pretty cool.   The couple screaming that they would kill each other at 2:30am in the room next to me was not so cool.  I do take credit for saving one of their lives by calling security.

Observing the clientele in Atlantic City (including the women dancing half naked in the bar after the show and my traveling companions on the greyhound bus to and from Ceasars Palace) did shake me back in to reality a bit.  Sobbing at my desk because I have too many emails to read and power points to create on my fancy laptop while sipping Starbucks coffee and wearing a Theory suit is kind of ridiculous.

There are a lot of unhappy, unhealthy people in the world who are stuck.  This is very sad.  I really should figure out a way to put my extraordinary organizational skills and powers of productivity to work at saving the world. Baby steps. I’m still working on saving  well dressed upper middle-class self.

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