Having gone through the big commitment of exchanging lifestyles more than once, I often wonder if crossroads will ever simply stop happening. Life gets interesting when you change things up. Mind you, I did not say easier. I will never say easier. But boring it is not.
Doing this thing that we have done keeps me on my toes. I tend to scare easily. Someone just needs to say boo. I find that one of my biggest challenges is keeping my fighting spirit. My can do attitude. My "I will go down with the ship" tenacity. We are making huge improvements to this property, so that we can provide an even nicer standard for our guests. So that it's not always going to be a work in progress; that the progress actually leads to something finished and good and whole.
Fact is, our guests do love being part of a work in progress. They come back, time and again, and see what we have done, and where things have come to since the last visit. It's been an interesting part of this career choice that I had not planned on -- people being happy, genuinely happy for us as we succeed, little by little, to bring back something which deserved to be brought back.
On the days when it seems like it is all way too much (and there are too many of those days) I must remember one thing. It's one day, one hour at a time. It's remembering who and what is important. It's about being thankful for what is, and trying not to fret about what is coming (well a girl can try, right?). It's about what life's core meaning is and I don't mean bricks and mortar or clay or kiln. And it's about moments that no one ever can take away from me.
Like this one.