I started writing this blog post while facing the ocean last weekend. With no internet connection, I was thrilled to be able to get back to a bit of writing for my blog, neglected with the daily needs of fantastic clients. While that’s a great problem to have, I’d broken the cardinal rule of working ON the business, not just IN the business.
I started writing from Amelia Island, to be exact. Other than the fact that I’d spent the weekend with a few extraordinary ladies, who utilize powers I can’t even fathom possessing, what you need to know about Amelia Island is this:
It is one of my mother’s favorite places in the whole world.
My stepfather, a loving, caring, brilliant man (and marketing genius) who has treated me as his own daughter for more than half of my life, reserved this very penthouse (and, therefore, oceanfront balcony) as our escape from reality. The weekend was reserved for my mother and her friends; she says that she considers me one of her very BEST friends, which is how I came to find myself listening to the waves. Henry joined us on Monday, making the drive with my grandmother, their suitcases… and an extra bag just for her wrinkle creams. When you’re 87, you, too, can have an entirely separate bag just for wrinkle creams.
And we did all of this for one simple reason.
My mother’s birthday. She’s forbidden me from telling most people how old she is, although, between us, it may just rhyme with schmixty.
And so, in honor of my mother’s birthday, I forced myself to take a deep breath and think about exciting things for the future. As I waited for Carla, Joan and Patti to return from their day of facials, haircuts and shopping excursions to Chico’s, and for my mother to rise from her mid-day birthday nap, I’m grateful I made the three-hour drive and stepped away from an internet connection for a few days.
I received clarity on my next steps with The Leone Company from these extraordinary entrepreneurs… and I got back to a calm place that had long since fallen to the wayside. Any small business owner can relate, I’m sure.
I’m excited to be back home, rejuvenated, centered and ready to improve this year.
I’m excited to have spent time with some of the most inspirational ladies I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited waking up to the sound of the ocean. And that Swedish massage.