Hey - I dropped off for a bit there, its been an insane weekend. I had been planning my sister's bachelorette party for months, only to have to trash the whole thing and start over a week ago thanks to a mouthy friend of hers who spoiled every single surprise for the weekend. The party was this weekend so I was in San Diego with 8 women who I am not particularly close with. It ended up being a shit ton of fun, aside from my 1 gargantuan panic attack Friday night while everyone was sleeping. I woke up every morning at 6:30/7am to cook breakfast according to their many food restrictions, cleaned the house and set up for the days activities. I loved it. I love hosting people, and cleaning and cooking and... i'm pretty sure I think I would have been okay being a 50's housewife... which hurts my staunch feminist heart... but i do make a mean Old Fashioned.
All of this gathering I've been doing the past two weekend has got me thinking about my life path. My intention with Noisy Nest was to have a place for people to gather. I love the meticulous details and accommodating everyone's needs all for that deep yet fleeting recognition that all of this was for that person. Over the past two weekends I've come to find out two women I admire so much because of their journey on their own life path, are both leaving their plans behind to forge new path. This gave me the courage to look at the intersecting roads on this path I've been walking on since I was 16. It's worked out okay so far, except I'm not married to my high school sweetheart and I don't have kids yet... so, let the edit begin!