I’m back. Did you miss me? Did you cancel your subscription? Did you move on to another writer/podcaster/entertainer? One who would never take a month off? One who is hotter? Smarter? TALLER?1
On June 22, my family and I boarded a plane and flew to Milan to kick off the trip of a lifetime2. Our family was at an inflection point: in a few weeks, Ian would be starting medical school. Next year, Sophie will be in Nursing School. So before the Big Kids stepped fully into adulthood, we wanted to get the band back together. I packed a medium and carry-on suitcase. I loaded my Libby app with books. I turned all of my email addresses to OOO and left my laptop at home. More on that here:
For four weeks, I didn’t write3. I didn’t email. I didn’t strategize. I didn’t take calls.
It was so fun. It was so scary.
From the first time I clocked in for my first shift at the local consignment store4, work has been far more than my source of income. Whether I was putting on the red Speedo for 8 hours of lifegua…