We sat in bed in our hotel suite in Dalat last night, watching The Big Short, and at 6am today I had a call with a good friend from the fin-tech media about the state of the industry. As I sat, listening to how the big money has frozen, forcing direct lenders to sell off their portfolios at fire sales to the hedge funds, I could feel the adrenaline begin to course through my veins again.
Not more than a week or two ago, I began my job search in earnest, and am tracking two extremely interesting opportunities this week, with interviews underway. And I can feel myself kicking back into gear again.
Damn girl, I’ve missed you.
I think it has been so good for my mind and spirit to take a much needed break, invest my heart and energy in something a bit more meaningful than work (what’s more meaningful than family, right?), and go off the grid. In fact, I think this is an extremely healthy practice and one that everyone should engage in whenever and wherever possible. It allows you to stop, reset, re-prioritize and determine your next path clearly.
But I have to admit – I was beginning to think I had lost it. My passion. My drive. The fire in my belly. I began feeling a bit sorry for myself because I’m not the best outdoors-woman, or the most athletic traveler. I was beginning to feel awkward and a bit out of place.
Andrew has been awesome, supportive and loving. He’s been fun and creative and we’ve had the most amazing adventures together. We are having a great time (and great sex) and will have literally crossed the globe by the time we return home to vote on November 8…
Aaaand I’ve been in a personal “pity-party” funk.
I know. Feel bad for me, right? I mean, I just married the man of my dreams and am on the trip of a lifetime traveling to points unknown. What first world problems I’m complaining about.
But dear Lord, I am so happy to be getting back into action again. Who knows what will happen in the coming weeks and where I’ll land, but I’m back.
I’m so back.