Wow. What the hell happened there?
I guess a recap is in order. Last time I wrote I was in Toronto kicking off a five week roadshow of the latest releases of the visual effects software I market. Within 36 hours of that event, I was in New York City for yet another roadshow stop. Tim flew out that Friday and we spent the weekend playing tourist and exploring the greatest city in the world.
Tourists at the Top of the Rock:
The following Monday, Tim flew West and I headed north to Montreal for a four-day marketing summit. On Friday, I boarded the ol' Air Canada Flight 761 back to SFO. For the first time in 12 days, I found myself back at home where I immediately collapsed on the couch, and spent the next four days unpacking, doing laundry, and packing up again.
On Halloween I flew to Dallas for another stop on the roadshow tour. My coworkers threw me one hell of a birthday party, taking me out for sushi and too many cocktails at the Ghostbar Dallas. I met costumed freaks and danced to my own beat as midnight ran in my 34th birthday. The night of my birthday we held our product demos, and the crew toasted me with champagne.
Note the size of the sake bottle...I'm amazed I remember my birthday!
Once again, I flew home on a Friday, collapsed on the couch, unpacked, did laundry, and repacked, as three days later I would be traveling to Los Angeles for the roadshow.
The roadshow ended in San Francisco on November 13th but although I was home, I didn’t get too comfortable. The following weekend I packed up another suitcase and headed to Las Vegas for my brothers’ surprise 30th birthday party. My brother was quite surprised when 17 freaks (including my parents) wearing Mexican wrestling masks screamed SURPRISE at him when he thought he was going to just have a quiet dinner with friends at the Pink Taco. Why were we wearing Lucha Libre masks? Why not? We spent three days playing in Vegas, going out for delicious meals at Nobu and Mesa Grill, catching a performance of Cirque du Soleil’s Love, and hitting the spa facilities at Canyon Ranch.
A family portrait to remember:
After returning from Vegas, I found myself adapting to a new reality - settling back into normalcy. I know it sounds crazy, but after spending six weeks with the same people, eating bad food and staying in strange hotels, you actually adapt to it. I’d even go as far to say I like it, sick as it sounds. I had to get back on a schedule and a healthier routine. I gained six pounds over six weeks. Eating out and not exercising took its toll, along with the friendly beer or two I found myself having with my coworkers. I rarely drink during the week and now I know why.
Thanksgiving was upon me before I knew it, a terrible time to try to get back into shape. Sigh! Still, life goes on. We took our nephew Andrew in for three days, his first sleepover at his aunt and uncles house. Tim and I had a blast taking him to the San Francisco Zoo (back before we knew going to the zoo was dangerous!)
RIP Tatiana the tiger...
Suddenly December was here. Changes at work meant for long hours in a time where work typically winds down. Christmas shopping became an afterthought as planning meetings and budgeting took center stage. A last-minute shopping frenzy took over the latter half of December, and before I knew it, it was Christmas Eve. Tim and I managed not to kill the family when we took on the cooking detail this year.
My company was closed between Christmas and New Years, so I took a few well-deserved days off. During this time I completely decompressed. Didn’t look at my Blackberry or email and just relaxed. Caught up on projects around the house, dinners with friends, as well as some much needed sleep.
When the clock struck midnight on New Years, we ran to the roof of a friend’s house in the Marina, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fireworks. We couldn’t see them from our vantage point, but settled on a show-stopping view of the Golden Gate Bridge instead.
January 2nd brought tough news this way. My left shoulder was still aching, even a year after surgery. MRI results pointed to fluid on my labrum, indicating a tear and a botched surgery. If my shoulder doesn’t heal naturally, I’ll be back in the operating room sometime late this spring or early summer to repair it. I have so many emotions here – anger, frustration, sadness. I don’t want to go through it again. It’s as simple as that.
After a week back in the office, I was off to four days of leadership training up in the wine country. Battling bronchitis, I managed to make it through the training exercises, push myself out of my comfort zone in terms of public speaking, and even made some new friends in the process.
Drinking the Kool-Aid and dressing snazzy at leadership training:
And that brings me to this week, where I just realized how easy it is to lose three months of your life in a blink of an eye. (And this recap barely scratches the surface!)
I don’t see my schedule freeing up anytime soon, but I’ll try to be more diligent about posting here more than every three months.
