My Echo

January Was A Fever Dream

I mean that literally and metaphorically.

On the eve of the New Year, I started my sabbatical. Ish. I mean, sort of. Sabbatical, as in taking a month off to work on big work projects but also still basically doing all the usual work too. The irony, honestly…

Even still, on that last day of 2023, I felt grateful. When you’ve had a business as long as I have, one of the most elusive things is time. Specifically, a sense of spaciousness that allows you to consider your business from a place of conscious evolution rather than just survival.

Then, I woke up on New Year’s Day. To COVID.

The days that followed are hazy. At first, I slept 10, sometimes 12 hours a night - unheard of for me. At night, I dreamed of floods and destruction. Of fire and terror. And then one night, came a dream where Little Richard took me in his arms in a CVS pharmacy and told me that everything was gonna work out just fine.

After each night of fitful sleep, I would prop myself up on pillows and work from my laptop in bed all day on our new website. My recollection is that I resembled Lavinia Swire from Downton Abbey, flushed and crumpled but still basically radiant and soldering on.

But, in reality, I probably looked more like Marlena Evans when she was in a coma on Days of Our Lives.