The Glory of Nothingness: Reflecting on REVEL

Reentry after vacation can be brutal. Catching up on emails, receiving updates from your boss, surveying all the tiny fires that started in your absence.

I had NONE of that coming home from the wedding. It was glorious, unprecedented, and entirely unexpected. Being able to exhale — finally, finally — was a gift I knew I needed but little did I know of the extent to which it was necessary. I managed to stay productive and gained traction without the mad rush that has been my continual pace for the past ten months.

As is the case any time we slow ourselves down, I had the chance to appreciate minute details that I’ve flown over for months. How sinfully decadent it can feel to catch up on professional reading during work hours. How liberating it is to select your days project from a list of moderate tasks with no immediate deadline. How cleansing transferring all your hard files into digital counterparts can be. All while chatting leisurely with whomever pops by your doorway or finishing up the audiobook you started on your flight home. How unshackled you feel when you leave an hour or two early because it’s just not worth it to start another task at the end of the work day.

This whole week I’ve REVELED at how replenished I’ve felt about work. And how much that has transferred over into my personal life. I felt the weight and the burnout in recent weeks but I was taken aback by how much I’ve floated through my days this week. And I know that when time comes for life to hype back up, all those small details will be less magical, more mundane, and the bustle will have me REVELING all over again.

This week we MAP our lives…

#VOWreach & The Feelings You Haven’t Felt Yet


That seems to be my word these days, or at least it’s trying to be.

It started following me around a few weeks ago, like a freshly learned vocabulary word, and I am not really sure what to do with it but try to use it in the sentence that is my life.

Hope can mean two different things: a feeling of expectation or desire for a certain thing to happen or a feeling of trust.

I think the latter is what I am getting at. What I am trying to reach for more days than I don’t. Because, to be honest, I don’t know what I want exactly, but I know its something.

There’s this specific stanza in one of my favorite poems, “If” by Rudyard Kipling:

…If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools

It’s those last two lines that get me and always have.

They have me thinking that hope is both dirt under your finger nails and a good word given.

It’s you showing up; stretching just a little more, even if you’re not sure exactly for what it is or where it is or if it even exists; and shaking hands with something bigger, agreeing that, eventually, it will all be okay.

So that’s what I’ve been up to lately, and this week, I’m going to try to spend a bit more time enjoying those that-kind-of-night moments hope gets you as we…


Steph’s REACH mantra: If you knew the size of the blessing that was coming, you’d understand the battle you’ve been fighting.

Steph’s Song of the Week: Beautiful Rose by Sean McConnell

& Don’t Miss Lin’s #VOWreach post (coming soon).