I don't sit, I've been on the run. Any spare time from the conference and I'm out of here doing something. Tuesday night, I took the subway to Harvard and wandered one of my favorite bookstores, the Harvard Co-op. I bought a poetry book for goodness sake. Then I had a great dinner overlooking Harvard square. I forgot what I ate but remembered 'people watching' over a slow glass of wine.
Wednesday night, I signed up for a meet-up dinner with strangers. To meet up, we all wore buttons that said "I'm a stranger." Having dinner with people, marketing people, like myself was fantastic. I talked so much, I think I bordered on being obnoxious. More on that in another post.Tonight, the last conference session ended at 7:15pm. I had been at it since 8:15 in the morning, but I couldn't stay in the hotel. I grabbed the subway and headed to Fannuel Hall, Boston's colonial area. A light rain was falling, and a not so great lobster dinner didn't dampen my spirits.
I had lunch today with a conferencee. Within a couple of minutes, she realized what a great time I was having and asked why I wasn't stay a couple of extra days. All my concerns, things-to-do, worries rushed back to me. I've got so many irons in the fire. What you see in the blog is only the tip, big tip, but tip of the iceberg.
I've got a dream job, if only it was in the Northeast. I wonder how to make it different. I've assumed that I only need to get over some hurdles back home for me to get back on track. I was actually looking forward to this weekend to make some gains on my to-do list. I now question whether I'll get over this feeling of being overwhelmed.
It was twenty some years that I ignored my past.
Just escaped knowing I would be pulled back.
With a job I love, in a town that deserves the same.
I've unwrapped it all finding it's all been tamed.
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