Gladness and sadness

I am glad to be alive. No, I didn't have a near-death experience. It's been an amazingly emotional and exhausting week for several reasons. And I sit here completely grateful for the life I have, knowing I will continue to find the joy in every place I'm able.

There was a suicide at my place of employment this week. No, I didn't know the person or why she chose to end her life. News like that stops you in your tracks. Why? ....

I can say that like many other times, the kindness of people is what enables us to endure. An event such as that bonds those who are there and need to process the news. I will continue to say I have amazing people in my life ... and the circle continues to expand.

As all that took place on Thursday, I was preparing for a promotional opportunity series of interviews on Friday. Talk about stress. Some of the same wonderful, supportive people who buoyed the mood on Thursday were there for me on Friday to tame my stress.

Hard to be up for something so important when you've barely processed news from the day before. But life is funny like that, it doesn't stop for tragic events. Kids have soccer games, families need groceries and I had interviews.

We'll see how it all turns out in the next week or so. I hope I hit it out of the park. But if it was a strikeout, I'm sure I'll have another a bat soon enough.

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