…and now I am back.
Went to Vancouver to help out a friend. Stayed a week. And I got a little caught up in the ‘business’ of it all and could feel the lure of the place again. Money was offered. Jobs were offered. Friends gave greetings. Challenges presented up. I actually felt the thrill of it again. Whoa, Nellie!
By the time I pulled my head out of the thick of it at the end of the week, I was neck deep in negotiation, strategizing, planning, math, execution, business models…..and I couldn’t stop, actually. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Ooooooohhhhhhh….it was goooooood.
It was fun, actually. I enjoyed it.
But I was also exhausted. And, like many town take-aways, I got a head-cold and that was plugging up my brain. I was completely ‘done’ by the end of the day. After a week, I realized that I could not keep this kind of pace going. Nor did I want to. It was fun while it lasted. But it was over. “Thanks for the offers but the answer is no. I would start falling asleep in meetings by week three and you’d regret making the offer. By week five, I would die from a jammer and, in so doing, I would regret taking the offer. I see only disappointment here for all of us. Only Sal can see an upside….buying more shoes and maybe taking that mourning-widow cruise she has been planning a little sooner rather than later. ”
So, I am back after having done my best to mess things up for as many people as I could.
It is good to be home.