Storm before the calm

Utter chaos. The master juggler has maxed out. Too many balls in the air, one's bound to drop. In the case of pre Thailand trip here, well, a bunch dropped. The good news is apparently dropping these balls is what's needed to teach me that I actually have a phenomenal support system. That I should really not try to rough life in solo mode all the time. That my friends are really all the safety net I need. And I'm so glad. Now I just need to learn to need others more. What would have potentially amount to 600 USD of dog day care cost resulted in a last minute perfectly orchestrated plan from friends and friends of friends. Mr. B is in good hands. The car is in good hands. The home is in good hands. 1/3 of the battle won. Good eggs to the rescue. Work front makes up the other 1/3 of the chaos. Somewhere between the hugs, jame-o, quinoa salad, 4 back to back late nights, and lots of transfer meetings, the brilliant team has got me covered. Admittedly I still feel a sense of failure on this front. It could really have been more orderly. Lesson: fail fast. Pivot faster. The last 1/3 on the personal front remains a growing web of complexity in my head. What does one do when reason and emotion conflict each other and running away appears to no longer be a viable solution. In the words of the wise (spider) man himself: "you seem to tackle every problems in your life with fierce head-on determination except for this one thing. Why do you run away from this one single issue?" Well. Unlike most trips, going to Thailand is kind of like running towards the issue. No goals here on this trip. Just looking to not flip out. Somewhere between the bachelorette party, the family gatherings, the wedding, and the bridesmaid duties, I'm going to find time to head south, camp on a little island, unplug everything, and float with the warm familiar salt water for a bit. Where exactly? Who knows. In other news: if you've lost all hopes with regard to airplane food, try an Asian airline. Not really surprising to see plethora of edibles on board All Nippon Airways, but I had actually forgotten how pleasant it is to not worry about arial starvation. All you can eat healthy snack station: win. Tip: they have this Japanese lemonade on board called Kuroba (?). It's a bit like a sister of yuzu but has a different scent. Not available in America. Delightful. Sent from my iPhone

Utter chaos. The master juggler has maxed out. Too many balls in the air, one's bound to drop. In the case of pre Thailand trip here, well, a bunch dropped. The good news is apparently dropping these balls is what's needed to teach me that I actually have a phenomenal support system. That I should really not try to rough life in solo mode all the time. That my friends are really all the safety net I need. And I'm so glad. Now I just need to learn to need others more. What would have potentially amount to 600 USD of dog day care cost resulted in a last minute perfectly orchestrated plan from friends and friends of friends. Mr. B is in good hands. The car is in good hands. The home is in good hands. 1/3 of the battle won. Good eggs to the rescue.

Work front makes up the other 1/3 of the chaos. Somewhere between the hugs, jame-o, quinoa salad, 4 back to back late nights, and lots of transfer meetings, the brilliant team has got me covered. Admittedly I still feel a sense of failure on this front. It could really have been more orderly. Lesson: fail fast. Pivot faster. The last 1/3 on the personal front remains a growing web of complexity in my head. What does one do when reason and emotion conflict each other and running away appears to no longer be a viable solution. In the words of the wise (spider) man himself: "you seem to tackle every problems in your life with fierce head-on determination except for this one thing. Why do you run away from this one single issue?"

Well. Unlike most trips, going to Thailand is kind of like running towards the issue. No goals here on this trip. Just looking to not flip out.

Somewhere between the bachelorette party, the family gatherings, the wedding, and the bridesmaid duties, I'm going to find time to head south, camp on a little island, unplug everything, and float with the warm familiar salt water for a bit. Where exactly? Who knows. In other news: if you've lost all hopes with regard to airplane food, try an Asian airline. Not really surprising to see plethora of edibles on board All Nippon Airways, but I had actually forgotten how pleasant it is to not worry about arial starvation. All you can eat healthy snack station: win.

Tip: they have this Japanese lemonade on board called Kuroba (?). It's a bit like a sister of yuzu but has a different scent. Not available in America. Delightful.

Sent from my iPhone