Joy: home and friends

Happy Sunday. I’m feeling content in a way that I haven’t in a while. It makes me want to move back home. For whatever reason it was a tough week. Nothing significant happened to me, yet I was struggling to find the good. Things started to turn around on Thursday when I had dinner with a friend.

Friday I was in what is usually my element, a conference, where I volunteered as table host and room host. It was a lot of smiling, greeting, facilitating, and hearing inspiring stories from women in leadership. Although instead of inspiring me to move forward, it made me question what I’m doing. I haven’t picked a major business goal to work towards. I’m hoping that the experiences I have, the people I meet, and the education I’ve received will eventually come together in the correct company/job.

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Until then. I go home. To see friends, to run, to feel comfortable. To know that no matter what, these people have my back. They’ve known me for years. We know each other’s parents, partners, extended families. I have no idea what the future holds. But I know that when I need it, home is here for me.

Where do you go when you need to be picked up?

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