She said…….”Beyond the billable hour….”

Funny how life unfolds. Here i sit — officially unemployed for 5 weeks — on a hot sunny morning, post 7 and a half years of agency life. Yet as i’m exiting that side of the PR world with Waggener Edstrom , Rob’s just begun it. Change is good and stretching and necessary.
Yet, for me, old habits die hard. Although the last 2 and a half weeks have been so great, in part because i didn’t have to think about where it bill all that time i’m spending, I still find myself continuously blocking days – mornings — afternoons — evenings — into chunks of time. My thoughts follow this sort of pattern: “bill this to home improvement/general contractor, schedule early afternoon to be laundry maid, block this amount of time today for swimming and bike riding….”
Tonya, relax already. I won’t suddenly lose any prized Mennonite work ethic genes by taking time off, by just “being” with Graham and Mia, by sleeping in, even by failure to check off a single item on “the list.” This summer is a gift and a reminder to me about the importance of so many things, from extended time with grandparents, to the importance of lasting friendships, from the necessity to live healthily, and to treasure and capture each moment of toddler discovery.
No end of sabbatical recap would be able to accurately measure this golden time, the lazy summer days, the sounds of the woods in the late afternoon, the splashing and squeezing that takes place at the fountain pool, or the chasing of fireflies late into the night.
Autumn will come, and with it a different job, earlier dusk, more layers and talk of holidays. But for now, i don’t want the summer to end…..