I was trying to explain this to Amy yesterday, how I haven't been able to shake this swirly mix of anxiety and nervous energy. I guess it's no surprise that it's been pretty damn tough to balance my life down here for the past month - community projects, organizing trainings and volunteer workshops all over the country - with the details and plans for the upcoming month up north - passport/Guatemalan visa bullshit, Fourth of July, Chuck's wedding weekend in Connecticut, the Doyle's fundraiser on the 16th, training for the ALS ride the 23rd to the 25th, and trying to spend quality time with everyone near and dear to me without overbooking or giving them a half-ass experience. My biggest fear.
Unfortunately, with every email home and every conversation about tentative plans to do this or that, I feel the cumulative weight of life's pressures increase by one pebble, and then another, until I realize I'm carrying a 150 lb. sack across my shoulders, slowing me to a snail's pace from exhaustion. Ben's been helping a ton, organizing things back home and acting as my social coordinator for the first couple days. Exactly what I needed, without even having to ask for it. So, if you're reading this, Mr. Bean... thanks. Seriously. And Kate has been sweet about checking in on me, mentally. (No, but are you really okay?) Thanks chica.
I'm sure once I touch down at Logan, put my bags into the trunk of Ben and Jamie's car, and eventually relax on their couch alongside Addie, I'll feel like a million bucks. Or maybe I should just get used to living in two simultaneous worlds, two lives which will never overlap, as much as I try.
Speaking of Addie, Ellie recently sent out some photos she took on Castle Island. I couldn't resist posting a few...
Grab a dictionary and look up the definition of "adorable" and you'll see this little one staring up at you.
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