Last week was full of frenzy and chaos. We reopened my restaurant. I couldn’t have been more proud of our crew. It was a long, hard, hot week in the kitchen, and the team put out incredible food to hundreds of people.
I was moving a mile a minute and felt like I didn’t have time to breathe. From the grocery store to our kitchen and back to the grocery store again, I was in a dead sprint most days.
And of course, that’s when the muses struck.
Reader, I have no idea why I get the urge to create when I don’t have a moment to spare; it seems to be a theme in my life. One thing I do know as an artist: when the muses call, you stop what you’re doing and start creating (lest they stop inspiring you). And so, with a million things to do last week, I wrote a song, started a poem, and painted a 7’ by 7’ mural for the side of my building.
I’m not even certain how I’m awake writing a blog.
Whatever you’re up to this week, if inspiration strikes, I hope you follow it, no matter how inconvenient the timing. As I sit here and type with heavy eyes, I feel truly lucky to be alive and able to work and make things. I wish you this same exhilarating gratitude. See you next Monday. -Em