The long marathon of renovation work is winding up, and the longer marathon of the season is upon us. I will struggle, as I do every year, to refind my rhythm of innkeeping. It's a beautiful thing, innkeeping, but it is one that has to be approached carefully, with respect to one's body and soul. The tasks can be seemingly endless. There is always, somewhere, something that needs to be done. Flowers to be planted, sheets to be ironed, tiles to be regrouted, reservations to be made, bread to be baked, windows to be washed. Which is why, for me, the beginning of the season is an important time to remember my own limits, to respect them, to get my rest, to eat correctly, and to remember that whatever I don't manage to do today will still be there tomorrow.
It has been long years of lessons learned that have brought me to this point. The point where I can learn that enjoying this process is more important than having things exactly as I wish them to be. That a rested back can accomplish more than a tired one can. That a smile should not mask exhaustion, but should rather be just a smile.
These might seem like simple thoughts, but they are not- not when one lives in the same place where one works. Not when one is no longer 30.
It's a lovely way to live. As long as one takes care. For now, it's back in the groove for me.