sitio I want to love everybody or feel nothing at all.
That was a really great weekend. Our friends who got married are so cool and so good together. Their friends and family are all wonderfully happy for them. Kids, food, drinks, conversations, jokes, dancing (others, really, not so much me)—all of us there because we all think the world of these people pledging their love to each other. What’s not to like?
They had a 3-photo strip booth there that made 2 copies. Ran for free. People were in and out of it all night. The idea was to leave a copy for the bride and groom.
The next day we were honored to be invited to a brunch were we got to see all the photos as the bride passed them around the table. It was really a cool idea. I had a few Amelie flashbacks as well.
Also, sanvea and I visited her best friend from high school and her husband. They just had a baby about, uh… 4 months ago, I think. He’s adorable. Awesome fly-away hair. It is always fascinating to watch babies, and babies watching their parents, and new parents watching each other watch their babies.
I also got to see my friend from high school twice, the one I mentioned talking to catherineaq about lifelong friends —I reconfirmed that she is awesome, not that I needed to. We haven’t lived in the same city since High School, but we always pick right back up where we were and have the greatest time talking about anything and everything. I don’t think there’s much chance of me convincing sanvea to move to NY and my friend seems completely in love with that city, so we might never end up living in the same city. It would be nice to see her more frequently, but I know we’ll always be dear friends.
I didn’t get to meet chewingfoil as she’s crazy busy studying, but someday I’m sure our paths will cross.
All in all, this weekend put me in contact with a lot of great people, old friends, new friends, friends of friends… it put some of the work craziness in perspective. I think I really hurt myself this month… months.
But, not only didn’t I work this weekend, but I was really able to see with some objectivity how much I’m sacrificing of my health and sanity to do this work. The good news is that I think the work will be ok if I stop killing myself; I think we’re to a point where that’ll be ok. Three years of insane work-sacrifice is about to payoff. And if it doesn’t? I’m done working like this anyway.
I am not going to work 100+ hour weeks anymore. If the company can’t make it, then so be it. It isn’t my fault.
So, the weekend away from work may have just saved the tiny ember of sanity I had left. Now, I’ll protect that ember and get it burning again.
