ROAD WORK AHEAD

My grandfather died.

He was 103 and had an amazing life. He died peacefully in his home just like he wanted. I am at his beautiful Florida home as a self appointed organizer and have ended up staying for almost a month. It feels indulgent and a little bratty, but after this loss of my dear line leader, I am relishing in it.

Why the hell not? When will I ever get this chance again? I say this to myself as I have now changed my return home flight date three times.

Besides losing my fearless leader, I have, like so many of us, lost a business that will never recover. The traumatic events of this saga we call Covid feel like there is no end in sight and if I can have an excuse to get away from it all for as long as possible, then so be it.

Here I am. With lists after lists. Doing and more doing. Catching up on some downtime. Helping my family clean out cabinets and drawers of a life well lived. I am an overachiever and being here solo for a solid month has been one of the most rewarding gifts my grandfather could have given me. I find myself stirring the pot of life, feeling in some ways what it feels like to be retired. This has been an eye opener of looking at my life from a different perch.

In my quest to fulfill an absurd amount of goals … workout every day, catch some rays, do a puzzle, write, read, go to the beach, organize the book I have been working on, reorganize all of my grandfather’s stuff, eat healthy….blah blah blah, I found myself sleeping one day this week until…