I am finally home. And I have been gone now for almost a whole week. It is a strange thing when being in your own home feels more foreign than being on the road. However, for the past three months, I have been working diligently in The Bay Area to support a series of in-person events to get to know my partners and spread the good word about new offerings with QuickBooks Online and QuickBooks Online Accountant. As awesome and empowering as the event series has been, I tallied up my trip history today and realized I have flown back at forth from The Bay 8 times in the past 11 weeks. Whew.
And now it's over. It was a complete whirlwind, and I'm home. I have been since last Friday, and only today am I feeling like I am settling back into a normal headspace that is devoid of the jetlag and non-stop partner oriented business mode I've been steeped in for the past few months. It is still a little surreal how quickly the time flew by, but at the same time it feels so good to be syncing back into the rhythms of life here at home.
The thing is, I don't live to work. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love working with people and forming relationships with my partners that go beyond the accounting realm. Forming connections like that, and getting to know and experience people of all walks of life is why I will always be in a role where I interact personally with others. But, at the end of the day, I don't to be defined by my work. It is demanding, and frankly those interactions can be quite draining at times. I don't ever want to get to a point where I am burned out on the work I do or the people I work with.
Rather, I live for much smaller things. For being home to pick up and drop off my son up from preschool. For taking long trail runs with my boxer in the forest shade and evening sun. For cooking the perfect healthy homemade meal and watching the delight of my little one as he devours it. For camping trips, and weekend adventures to Portland with my beloved.
Those are the things that recharge me. I have to remind myself this every time I return home, and in the moments that life feels a little foreign in comparison to the events, and cities, and airports I've been saturated with. I need those simple, basic things to settle in, ground down, so that I am restored and ready for the next time I hit the road. Because for every evening I spend picking raspberries with my tiny human as the sun sets, there will likely also be a 14 hour workday in a city far from home. And I am perfectly okay with that, so long as I can continue to have both and find balance in between.