Someone said to me the other day, or maybe it was yesterday… idk anymore the days just keep melding together. anyway, they said ‘don’t lose yourself’. I can understand what they are saying but things sometimes make sense in theory but not in practice. trust me, I don’t want to “lose myself”
I finally live in a place that I love and for the first time in my life feel at home there… Alaska. I have a community of people, I am surrounded by nature, I rent a lovely little rustic cabin and live a simple yet wonderful life there. It took me until I was well into my 40’s to find this joy and I certainly do not want to lose it.
It was 85 here in NC yesterday, and there was a giant snow dump at home… I cannot wait to go back. Most people think I’m crazy… I think it’s sublime.
I resigned from a contract gig and that was gut wrenching, like most things in this process. This was a gig that put all of the pieces of my career as a serial entrepreneur, community organizer, event producer and others bits and pieces together. It made sense, I dug the work, I love team I had built and the colleagues I collaborated with from around the Arctic. The reality of it was I could not manage the Games for the next year and manage my mother and if I could it wasn’t sustainable for my own mental and physical health. Something had to give. I resigned. Today is actually my last official day in my role. I’ve already done the in person return the things, have the hard conversations, that was two weeks ago. Gosh, I can’t believe it’s been two weeks already. The days fly by… but it also feels like one loooooong day.
So back to the “don’t lose yourself” I hear what the person was saying. They saw it with their sibling who was caring for their parents. If it can happen when there are siblings how could an only have a chance?!
Minding Mom. 