I started this weekend in Yosemite with my closest friends and ended it in Texas for my grandfather’s funeral. A lot of laughter. A lot of tears. Not much sleep. And now, all I can think about is work tomorrow.
To recap the past 72 hours: I took Friday afternoon through Saturday to unplug in Yosemite with my closest friends. I hadn’t seen them since moving to SF, and it was perfection. Soul medicine. Challenging hikes, gorgeous views, dips in the river, dinners al fresco, and so many laughs.
Then, first thing Sunday morning I drove back to SF to catch a flight to Texas for my grandfather’s funeral.
I was fortunate enough to fly to Austin a few weeks ago to say a true goodbye, but this was one of those moments where I knew I needed to be there for my family. My sister drove through a thunderstorm and flash flood warnings to pick me up from the airport at midnight. A strong cup of coffee from Grandma’s Keurig got us to the service the next morning. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. Stories, hugs, tears, laughter. After a few more hours of visiting, reminiscing, and eating delicious homemade TX food, my uncle drove me back to the airport.
Now I’m sitting on my flight home to SF reflecting on the last 72 hours. I’m thinking about how deeply grateful I am for my friends and family, and I’m also thinking about work tomorrow.
And I’m excited.
After a weekend that included an adventure in Yosemite, a funeral, eight hours in the car, two flights, and more emotional whiplash than I’d recommend to anyone, I’d expect myself to feel exhausted and a bit stressed to jump back into things.
But that’s not the case at all. I’m tired, yes, but I can’t wait to step into the energy of the office tomorrow. I’m looking forward to seeing my teammates, and diving into one of the busiest and most exciting periods at Natural since I joined.
The days are long, the work is hard, and there are moments where I feel the adjustment to startup life more than others.
But somewhere between Yosemite, Texas, and San Francisco, I realized something:
I haven’t felt the Sunday scaries in a long time.