It’s 3 AM on a Saturday morning and I’m writing a blog. I’m not drunk. I’m not high. (Although, never. You know?) I’m not inebriated in any way. I’m not angry, or mad, or sad, or… anything. I have no negative emotion not even towards the pile of laundry that’s demanding it from me in the corner over there. I’m calm. I’m cool. And, for the first time in a really (really!) long time …I honestly feel quite collected.
Actually, after a pause and quick breath — inhale, exhale — I’m overwhelmed with gratitude and feel a strong sense of inner peace.
Over the last eight months so much has changed. In January, I found myself slowly returning to my roots; working with clients to development strategic marketing and public relations campaigns across the entertainment, fashion, and luxury lifestyle industries. By March, I had made the commitment (read: promise to myself) that by August I’d have a full client list, and by the autumn (hello!) I’d begin preparations to expand the practice, if possible. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last ten years working as a freelancer it’s that nothing is built overnight or alone; not a house, not a client list, not a single business, and definitely not any of the products in the Ikea catalog.
I knew I was in for a challenge. And, everyone knows there’s nothing I love more.
Mission accomplished! I had met the goal of a full client list by August one and true to form totally forgot to celebrate it. Just like everyone else, my life is filled with so many different elements; the general categories of “personal” and “professional” tasks are merely umbrellas of a whole slew of subcategories that make for an interesting ebb and flow.
Another goal I had set for myself at the beginning of this year was to truly be more present in the now. So many moments, even the celebratory ones, pass us by without even a thought — of the moment or the fact that we miss it. Life moves at a million-miles-a-second and the only thing we can do is to take advantage of our most valuable resources, time being one of them. In order for someone like me, someone with a hyper-obsessive type-a personality, to truly be able to relish in a moment a lot of work needs to be done. Yoga has helped. But, nothing has helped as much as the internal reminder to stop… wait… feel… breathe… and pause.
Still, there might be some work to do. Or, perhaps the Italian in me will forever see to it that the progress bar on that personal mission never breaches 50%. We’ll see.
The moral of the story, however, is that a lot has been accomplished over the last eight months and if it’s a sign of what’s to come — these next 888 months I’ve got on the planet are going to be pretty stellar. Can’t wait.