One of the headhunters I’m working with has an expression I like: “root system.” He uses this to describe the essential professional DNA of certain individuals. It’s the world that forms the way you look at the professional world. For me, obviously, this is consulting. Those BCG days – every year I realize more and more how essential, how formative they were to my adult life.
After this weekend at Kendall’s wedding I’ve been thinking about emotional root systems. Being with Char, Kendall, Newman, Dux brought me right back to Princeton and reminded me, again, of how these women (and other college friends who were not there) are really the root system of my emotional life. I am so grateful for the way these incredible women ground me and make it apparent that I am not alone. When I talk about my asperbergers-esque tendencies with Char, she nods vigorously and offers back her own odd habits and ticks. Ah – oh, so I’m not the only one. Standing in the lineup during the rehearsal, Dux, Newman, Charlotte, Leslie and I got laughing so hard my stomach hurt. With a single word or gesture we can reference old memories, and everybody instantly gets it.
It was a wonderful weekend, a much-needed immersion in lightness and laughter, and a reminder of the special women I’m blessed to have in my life.

It’s been a long week. I miss my life in Cambridge. I am too emotional by half to work in my field. I had a tantrum yesterday on some colleagues because I didn’t feel they were treating candidates with respect. Then I cried to the headhunter who helps with this process (and who has been trying to hire me all week – you can bet those efforts will stop now!).
Woke up out of a dead ambien sleep at 5am this morning to come to JFK where I am currently sitting in a temporary departure terminal (this is a trailer, and literally reminds me of the temporary classrooms we had at St Paul’s Girls’ School). Am heading to Florida for Kendall’s wedding. Leslie is picking me up at the airport and we head right to the bridesmaid’s lunch. Leslie has been SO funny over email the past few months that I am really looking forward to that drive. She may be just the tonic I need right now.
I miss Cambridge. I miss my children and the other people who populate my life. To those special, much-missed people:

I felt it shelter to speak to you. – Emily Dickinson

springtime in the world

Lydia Rose Sussman
April 23, 2008
Sending so much love to Jess, Jake, Julia, and Lydia. What an extraordinary affirmation of life and hope and the future your birth is, Lydia!

Morning in New York

View from the 31st floor, somehow seems quintessentially New York to have an ornate church nestled in among high-rises.
Tired this morning, with a long road ahead of me until I get to go home! And feeling a little wistful; thinking about those I love deeply:

All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. -Helen Keller

Sky from this morning’s Delta shuttle. I love the light. This is another one of those photos that makes me believe heaven might exist.
Am in New York for a week of interviewing and then going straight to Jupiter Island on Friday for Kendall’s wedding. Lots to look forward to but also a long time to be away from G&W. This morning Grace was adorable on the phone, sweet and missing me and then saying, without missing a beat, “I’m so proud of you for your job mummy.” Whether or not she was being prompted in the background, sure brought tears to my eyes at the Marine Air Terminal this morning.