Over the last three days I’ve spent approximately 32 hours at the computer (and it’s only 5:00). Tonight I’ve been invited to cover the Recording Academy® (the people who put on the Grammys) Membership Celebration at Hotel Sax, and even though I’m excited to be going, part of me wants to stay glued to the keyboard all night.
I have issues.
In my defense, Monday’s the first chance I’d really had to work in over a week, and for a woman who regularly puts in 80 hours a week that’s enough to cause withdrawal convulsions.
It all started when I headed down to Indy for my high school reunion. I certainly wasn’t going to miss that, especially after Facebook opened up lines of communication with people I hadn’t talked to in 20 years. It was fantastic catching up. It was so fantastic that I drove back to Chicago on Sunday on two and a half hours of sleep. And then had to move.
I spent the next three days packing and moving, packing and moving. When my friends unplugged my computer on Sunday I felt like I was saying goodbye to a close friend and was hoping it wouldn’t be another 20 years before I renewed that connection.
Thursday the clouds lifted and the sun broke through as Comcast arrived at my door at 3:59. Two and a half hours later (the guy was super chatty) I had Internet. Yes! I could work! But only after I went through the 847 emails in my inbox.
Despite having an iPhone and weeding out the more important emails, there were just some things I couldn’t take care of, so Thursday night & Friday were spent culling through those that needed immediate attention, those that could wait, and those that were just trash. Friday night I went to my son’s football game and over the weekend we explored my new neighborhood and just enjoyed spending time together.
Then Monday came.
I attacked the computer with such gusto the little squirrel inside started yelling at me to slow down. I added events. I posted blogs. I tweeted like a madwoman. And grinned and grinned like a cheshire cat in a wind tunnel.
I’m still grinning.
A few friends said that the time away was probably good for me and would help give me some perspective. Bah. I don’t need perspective, I tell them, I love what I do and I know how very lucky I am. If anything, the time away reinforced my passion and dedication and increased my desire to work work work.
So, now I’m back. You’ve been warned.
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