Brooke and I both were working at Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia on 9/11. Everyone that had come into work that day on the 26th floor had gathered in the office area of Gael Towey (the editor of the Living magazine). She had an all-glass office with an unobstructed view of the towers. My main memory was watching the towers come down in person, then seeing it re-happen on a small, 10-inch TV that was in her office right in front of the window...there was about a 5 second time delay. While there was the sense of it being this large, collective experience with so many co-workers standing around, there was also this feeling (for me) of being so alone in that historical moment.
Then just yesterday I learned of some friends separating. I don't think I realized how much of an impact it would have on me and my husband. We can't sleep, and can't help but feel so very, very sad about the situation. To top it off, our son has a stomach virus for the first time, and seeing him sick isn't helping either.
In the midst of all of this, we've got a full weekend of happiness. An engagement party, a baby shower, and some friends coming into town who are considering moving here. So I'm starting to feel the universe slowly re-calibrate with the yin to our yang, the sweet to the salty, the good to the bad.
I think times like this make me realize why I love celebrations. Already I'm head-planning (definition: parties that happen in my head) a divorce party for my girlfriend, so she can hopefully see some light among the darkness. When I've gone through difficult moments, surrounding myself with people who love me has been essential to bouncing back.
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