Running to Avoid Inertia

I got married at the beginning of this month to a man who has held my hand through all my ups and downs in the last few years. Unfortunately events were such at work that I had to work right up until the day before my wedding (actually, I was still sketching out styles for the next collection on the morning of my engagement ceremony so that my pattern maker would have work to do while I was gone on my honeymoon). Then the wedding went by in the blink of an eye, and my lovely honeymoon seemed like time had stopped for one week. Now I’m back in Chennai, but I’m still settling into my apartment- unpacking, dusting, putting away things, shopping for more house things- and getting used to working while juggling things on the home front as well.

When I lived with my parents, I had the run of their car, food and laundry were taken care of, and I could spend all my time thinking about and doing work for Brass Tacks. And if I felt like having a lazy Sunday morning, I could do that too without having to do errands or supervise a carpenter. In a way it’s nicer to ease back into work because my honeymoon was the first time since I started Brass Tacks when I didn’t do any work at all (not even a single sketch). That’s the tough part about vacations: coming back to work and resuming your “regular” pace of work.

On my agenda I have training sessions planned for the two new sales women I’ve hired, I need to edit the styles in my Summer collection, get started on my Monsoon collection, and finally I have to complete the terms and conditions agreement with a store in Hyderabad, where I will start retailing in a couple of months. Aside from all of this, I need to get cracking on a better marketing plan for my store.

But first, deep breaths every morning as I struggle to settle into a routine. I thrive on routine and that’s the only thing that will prevent me from yearning for those days when time stopped.