Calm After the Storm
We’re doing great. It’s been a long storm – both waiting for it, the anticipation, the preparing and the getting through it. We packed, we battened down the hatches, and we prepped to get through it together. And in the end, there were some rough winds, and a little damage — but we still have light, and electricity and we’re totally, totally fine.
Only part of that was a metaphor.
Eva, Frank and I are safe. I’m working from home, Eva is excited to have us both in the house and we’re going to make a food run soon.We’re totally out of cookies. We are watching the destruction on TV and online and it’s surreal — just a few miles away, here we are – warm and safe, and there are those that lost so much. Heartbreaking.
As I was falling asleep last night in my warm, comfy bed (a new king-size foam mattress — which Eva still manages to take over…), I also thought about how lucky I was to have such a great new job that is a seemingly perfect fit. Not only do I love what I do, and the people I get to work with — I was thinking about some of the potential alternatives I had throughout the year. I could have still been working for a hospital, and I had opportunities both with the MTA and with a popular and awesome airline. And during this storm, any of those would have been … awful.
I’m right where I should be. And I couldn’t be happier.