Yesterday, I not sure what was happening with this blog system. Despite my best efforts, the "publish" button wasn't working. And I pushed it at least 50 times. You can imagine. The result - nothing.
So here's the entry I wrote very early on Wednesday morning. It went something like this:
Ten years this week, I quit a job I hated. I had only been there three months. I knew immediately that it wasn't the place for me. It was the second time I took a leap of faith (the first being Texas Tech.) When I left, I had no idea where I would land, what would happen, or how I'd pay the rent on that beautiful apartment 10 steps from an amazing pool.
I snapped this photograph as I walked downtown last night. Look where I landed.
Tuesday night was about friendship. I met with two different friends. One for coffee. One for dinner. Good people. The kind that make life work. And in one case, the kind that make leaping possible.
Lou Ann, don't worry. I'm not quitting my job. And one day if I decide to, I'll call you right before I do it. Just like the last time. Now go on Facebook. I'm sure there's more entertaining things to read.
And since it's Thursday already, I can tell you that Wednesday night was a good one. After SoulCycle, we found ourselves at the Isle of Capri, an institution on Manhattan's Upper East Side since 1955. I have no idea if it's really an institution, but it felt like one. You just have to see it. I'm pretty sure the lady behind us has been there every night since it opened -- sipping her martinis. She was perfectly old and crusty, the waiters served the pasta, and we brought the laughter. Very fun.