While rifling through some boxes this weekend, I came across the contents of my old desk drawer at Martha Stewart.
I remember going in to pack up my office. I had just had my son C, and decided I couldn't leave him to return to work full-time. And I was having a hard time throwing anything away. You see, I loved my job. And I knew at that moment, I was saying goodbye to: lunch on the grass at Bryant Park, afternoons in the craft department, meetings about rocket ships and sock dogs and gingerbread cookies, freshly baked treats dropped on my desk by friends in the test kitchen. I was sad to say goodbye to my little office and all I held dear. And so I kept the pile of post-its.
Looking back, I realize I was also saying goodbye to crazy 14 hour days, shoots that took me far from my family, and late night rides home on the subway alone. What did I get in exchange? Mornings spent staring at my growing boy, his soft bald head and huge blue eyes, time with just the two of us. Not a bad deal in the end.