OR Lyssa went to the beach (with Bob!!) and forgot to post AGAIN. Man it’s tough being a blogger.
I had written:
The toughest work week of my professional career just ended. I am proud as my team squares its collective shoulders to move forward. It’s been a deep learning experience for me, and I am, as much as I can be, grateful for that.
Not me asking my entire team to sit through an absolutely wonderful Peace Meditation (peloton subscription required; cheaper without bike wth).
This quote from one my fave newsletter writers’ grandmas (grammar was hard on that one) is living rent-free in my head:
“It won’t be noticed from a galloping horse, and that’s the kind I ride.”
I can’t figure it out. It’s awesome. It’s avoidant? I am that? But I am also a perfectionist? Like I get that it’s a cowboy “don’t sweat the small stuff” but there’s so much more to it… bravery on a galloping horse? WHAT IS THE IT? Still pondering.
Today, I add:
Grateful for this weekend at the beach. For Bob, and the joy it brings me to see him experience the beach and the waves and the ocean for the first time, for the joy it brings me to hear compliments about how much he’s changed and how relaxed he is now, for the joy he just brings me by existing. It’s a powerful love, and it’s a good reminder that you too, person, are probably loved the same way.
Grateful for my fiancé loving me unconditionally despite me being an absolute disaster last week, for my dad’s heart post-it in front of my Latte Link latte, for my mom’s deep interest in my work challenges, for family dinners, for the cutest nephew who ever existed, for a lil baby niece, for healthy feet and ankles, for reformer pilates and the garage gym, for jumbo shrimp and gulf oysters and piña coladas and salty hair, and for anticipation of upcoming travels and road trips. It’s a full end-of-summer and I am excited.
