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The Big Apple and Sin City, all in one week

It has come to my attention that my ends are a little frayed. Little things, mostly. But enough of them to make me alert to detail, detail that usually falls into the intuitive.

This is pissing me off. Because I pride myself in being conscientious. In being a responsible, focused professional. But at some point, given the volume of crap piled on, inevitably something fragile hits the ground and shatters.

My week is full of excitement. I'm headed for NY for a media event. That we're hosting. And LOTS of key media have RSVPd. I'm stoked, I really am. This part of my job, I LOVE LOVE LOVE.

The next day I get back on plane. Head back to ABQ. Unpack my bag and repack. Have a dinner with my family. Try to get some sleep. Then get my happy butt on a plane the next morning.  With my sweet and dedicated colleagues who are all bearing more weight than usual in terms of handling stuff since I'm going to be in NYC immediately prior and simply will.not.be.there to attend to the details.

Then it's Vegas, baby. For three nights. A tradeshow. Big event during which we'll be highlighting our newest coolest feature. On iPads. And we're giving out temporary tattoos. It should be fun.

But somewhere between detail #1456 and 1457 I kind of just lost focus for a bit. I became overwhelmed and made tons of lists and brought colleagues into the mix to help handle details. Thank god for them.

Ok, this weekend helped a little. Senior Prom was last night. Daughter and her date looked absolutely amazing. The photo op was at a beautiful house in Tinnin Farms, and the parents all took full advantage. Our kids, they're amazing. Outstanding. Heading for cool futures. And we are so very proud. And sad. And happy for them. And sad for ourselves.

After the extremely well dressed, fragrant (there was an incredible variety of delicious perfumes wafting across the pool deck as we took photos..it was amazing) Seniors left, the parents remained. And enjoyed a buffet of delicious Mexican food. And cucumber margaritas. (Nice work TH!) We sat by their firepit and talked about life, our kids, how lucky we all are. It was lovely. A poignant set of moments in the midst of utter madness.

The momentum is building. We can all feel it. We're anticipating a flurry of activity..senior week, senior experiences, you name it. And then graduation.

But I just can't go there right now.

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