I worked this morning…and not that I wanted to, but because I had to do it.
I left work last week with two things not finished for my October workshop…both things are needed now because my staff can’t move forward without them. I could wait until I get home, but I’ve noticed that my brain typically stays in Maine about 10 days longer than the rest of me. Just catching up on emails takes a couple of days.
So, rather than squeeze myself then, the cottage became my office until midday. Though I wasn’t happy about it, it got done and I’m glad – both that it’s done and that it’s off my mind.
Afterward, we drove into Bar Harbor and walked around the town. The Village Green area always makes me feel happy. It’s not only well-kept but it reminds me of the old Bar Harbor -and I feel like I’m walking in the footsteps of history.