I was thinking today about a fundraiser my husband, daughter, and I attended a little over a year ago for our local museum. We dressed according to the theme and enjoyed free food and drink. I had every intention of being on my best professional behavior — after all, I had been hired as a speaker for the museum not that long before the event. But when we got there, the appetizers and cocktails were so tasty and the band so engaging, I found myself letting go. My daughter, of course, egged me on. We had a few silly moments on the dance floor I still enjoy remembering. I didn’t go all-out crazy that night (I’m still a professional at heart), but it was a perfect night to blow off steam. To get out of my head and into my soul and body.
Maybe I’m thinking about that evening because here in Colorado we’re back at Level Red due to a spike in our positive COVID-19 cases. There were no in-person fundraisers this fall, and now there will be no holiday parties. My friend has cancelled her annual holiday brunch, the only time of year I reconnect with many of those women. Our extended family is not flying out here to celebrate Christmas with us. We’ve all been asked to stay home as much as possible.
Without the distractions of other people, I’ve noticed lately I’m growing weary of my own company. It’s true my husband is here 24/7, but he’s busy working remotely. Much of the day, I’m keeping…
