This post may just be a jumble. You've been warned.
Last Monday I started a new job with NephCure. It's an organization working to discover the cause and find a cure to nephrotic syndrome. And wow. We had a gala Friday night, which was sad, and only my intro to a very eye-opening, difficult weekend.
Saturday and Sunday was the Volunteer Leaders Conference. At the beginning of the day they all stood up and gave their story. The majority of volunteers in the room are parents of patients. Some were friends. Some were spouses. And some were the patients themselves. Everyone in the room cried. Everyone.
In some ways it was extremely motivational for me. This is now what I work for. (So very, very different from any job I've had in the past.)
In other ways grateful for the health of my friends and family.
And in other ways extremely overwhelmed.
I got home Sunday afternoon and Mike & I headed out for a run, which I knew I needed. Not so much for the exercise-that's good too-but mentally. Running has always helped me through things. Always. In high school, I got my rejection letter from NYU, which seems to have worked out for the best, even though I was crushed at the time. I got the letter, burst out in tears and left for a run. I immediately told Mike to run ahead as I was in no hurry and didn't have real goals set as far as speed or distance.
I processed. That's what I did.
Monday I went to yoga. It was one of my favorite instructors who I don't get to go to very often. He has a way of teaching where you try things you wouldn't usually try because you usually think before you move. He has a way of just having you move, before you have time to think. It's rather freeing.
I'm feeling better now, but I also know I'm really going to have to work to separate life and work or work will easily become my life.
Last Monday I started a new job with NephCure. It's an organization working to discover the cause and find a cure to nephrotic syndrome. And wow. We had a gala Friday night, which was sad, and only my intro to a very eye-opening, difficult weekend.
Saturday and Sunday was the Volunteer Leaders Conference. At the beginning of the day they all stood up and gave their story. The majority of volunteers in the room are parents of patients. Some were friends. Some were spouses. And some were the patients themselves. Everyone in the room cried. Everyone.
In some ways it was extremely motivational for me. This is now what I work for. (So very, very different from any job I've had in the past.)
In other ways grateful for the health of my friends and family.
And in other ways extremely overwhelmed.
I got home Sunday afternoon and Mike & I headed out for a run, which I knew I needed. Not so much for the exercise-that's good too-but mentally. Running has always helped me through things. Always. In high school, I got my rejection letter from NYU, which seems to have worked out for the best, even though I was crushed at the time. I got the letter, burst out in tears and left for a run. I immediately told Mike to run ahead as I was in no hurry and didn't have real goals set as far as speed or distance.
I processed. That's what I did.
Monday I went to yoga. It was one of my favorite instructors who I don't get to go to very often. He has a way of teaching where you try things you wouldn't usually try because you usually think before you move. He has a way of just having you move, before you have time to think. It's rather freeing.
I'm feeling better now, but I also know I'm really going to have to work to separate life and work or work will easily become my life.
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