Weekly Ledger #3
So this week was basically a wash and success all at once. First off, I went into the week knowing that it would be a lot. Basically, part of the job of my team is putting on a large scale two day long training event at the beginning of every fiscal quarter for our sales and company leadership teams. It's this gigantic beast of an thing and just when we think we're finished, we're starting it all over again. It's a great learning experience, truly, but it's a TON of work that we have to do along with the regular requirements of our job, so I knew that was coming. I've spent the last several weeks prepping for it and I'm happy to say the whole shebang went off without a hitch and we tried a few new things that worked out beautifully for broadcasting everything to our international office. Interesting presentations, a roaring karaoke night and absolutely DELICIOUS food to accompany our Awards night last night made the whole experience a positive. Which is just want I needed because...
...what I didn't see coming was this, earlier in the week >>
My father spent nearly all of Monday morning locked in his office, with the lights off, sitting on the floor. He waited for several hours while our towns SWAT team swept the college building by building looking for an active shooter on campus who had walked in and shot an employee that morning.
I found out when I turned my phone on during a big meeting to check the time and received a flood of texts that had been sent over the space of hour. My Mom assured us he was ok, he had texted her, but that he was still locked inside and couldn't risk making noise by calling her. I had to sit through the rest of the meeting practicing my very best yoga breathing sequences to keep it together. By the time the meeting ended, the SWAT team had gassed a building they thought the shooter was in and then finally got into my Dad's building and escorted him out with a bullet-proof shielding and heavy weaponry.
I've never actually thought about losing my Dad and this week was a reminder to spend as much time as I can with my sweet parents while I have them. I'm also so INCREDIBLY proud of my Mom for keeping her cool and keeping three children in three different states calm and informed. Carmen is my hero forever.
So, after another scare today, my family decided that we were over this week and that everyone was getting a damn drink. I plan on spending this weekend recovering sleep and catching up on various home-centric tasks that took a back seat to work this week. I see lots of laundry and movies and wine in my immediate future.
Cheers to a safe family, a totally successful event, a calm coming work-week and a gigantic glass of my favorite Malbec. Also: puppy cuddles and naps with my sweet and long suffering P. Happy weekend and salud!
- well this makes me feel better.
- a new read to be excited about.
- and one to add to my reading list.
- buddhism and the brain.
- comfy sandals for work.
- lovely, clean lines.
One last thought –
"The unifying theme is resilience and faith. The unifying theme is being a warrior and a motherfucker. It is not fragility. It’s strength. It’s nerve. And “if your Nerve, deny you—,” as Emily Dickinson wrote, “go above your Nerve.” Writing is hard for every last one of us — straight white men included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig."
- The incredible Cheryl Strayed on motherfuckitude and why writers need to put up or shut up.