Sitting on the deck looking at the scaffolding on Old Barney, I am reminded of the similarities. The 163-year-old structure needed refurbishing, and, in some ways, so did I. The break from my full-time job was the unexpected answer. A girlfriend asked what my favorite part was about not working, and my answer was having the freedom to say, “Yes.” And I said it a lot.
My daughter was hosting a session with a medium in her home. With an open heart and mind, I met Rich Braconi, who surfaced buried emotions and spread them all over the dining room table. I didn’t realize how skillfully I had hidden my hurt under the “busy” I had designed. It was raw and draining and empowering.
I joined the Covid club, lost 7 pounds, perfected my scallop recipe, and learned to laminate. I hosted a member guest that celebrated the history of women in golf. A fundraiser I had missed for years due to work asked me to help, and we surpassed our financial goal by 100%.
Ashton’s baby shower was my favorite. The details were done with thought and love versus a checklist between zoom calls. Friends and family joined on a beautiful Saturday afternoon to celebrate my fifth grandchild. I am grateful that I was fully present.
The air is getting cooler, and the scaffolding is coming down at the end of the month. After a glorious pause, I started back to work with a new attitude and renewed focus. Sometimes we must put up the scaffolding and accept the support to move forward.
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