It feels strange to be here – in this place – where I first stepped outside of the opinions and thoughts of others and began to form my own. DC is spectacular in the springtime.
I held my breath as I drove along the GW Parkway this afternoon and felt the wonderful energy this season offers in our nation’s capital. Active people were out en masse after surviving a long cold winter. Azaleas are popping. Bikes, kayaks, strollers and skates – everyone looked happy and glowing.
Reconnecting with dear friends renews my soul. Lunch in Georgetown, a visit to our makeup artist to search for a lipstick shade from 8 years ago, and dinner shared with lovely, strong women… I am recharged.
NJ seems like a faraway land, and work – another universe entirely, although it’s never far from thought.
Tomorrow I will run the streets of the district and challenge my feet, my legs, and my breath. And then I will go home to the life I’ve grown to love in the place I once despised.