This is my 67th (!) daily blog post and tomorrow we leave the Bay. The last ten weeks here have been a real gift. Time to go for long, meandering walks with my partner, eat good food, do interesting work, and soak up the constant sunshine like a lizard (I think it's the Pacific Northwest native in me, trying to dry out my perpetually damp insides).
I didn't read as much as I wanted to, run as much as I should have, or get to all my "to do this summer" projects. But the best part is that I have no regrets. No guilt.
This morning I woke up way before my alarm and started thinking about going back to school. For the past year, most days I woke up tense, mind racing. Here, I've let myself unwind a bit more (but not entirely, let's be real). Slowed down. Do just enough, not all the things.
Ambition is a funny thing. It pushes us to do more and be more, but it can also be paralyzing. This summer it felt right to just keep moving, exploring, asking questions. I didn't arrive at any clear answers. But that's OK. This summer wasn't about answering all the questions, but figuring out what exactly the questions were. And also play. Because if there's one thing I'm very good at it's taking everything too damn seriously.
I do not wish I had taken the traditional MBA summer internship. I do not regret prioritizing geography to be with my partner. I did just what I needed to. Rested. Built relationships. Explored. Let myself lighten up a bit.
Please enjoy some sweet summer jams.