I finished two major events — a four-hundred-person fundraiser and a wedding that had been on my calendar for fourteen months.
And in between, at night, I mapped out exactly how I would rebuild.
Which clients could stay remote. Which relationships I’d have to rebuild from zero. Which two vendors would probably still refer me from three thousand miles away because of what I’d done for them in 2021.
I made a spreadsheet. It took me nine days. It was the single most useful thing I did in that entire year.
Then, One Saturday Morning
I found Ben at the table with Olive and a bowl of cereal between them.
“I’ve decided.”
He stood up out of his chair.
“We can do it after the school year. I’ll be as ready as I can be by then.”
Olive Looked Between Us
“We’re moving?”
I sat down next to her.
