My last blog post alarmed a lot of people. After re-reading it myself, I wouldn’t have been surprised if my doctor had called me for an impromptu visit to discuss anti-depressant medication. I assure you this blog entry will be much more uplifting and inspiring.
Writing is therapy for me. It always has been. I didn’t reveal the inner workings of my situation to gain sympathy but I will admit that the outpouring of sweet emails from clients, encouraging posts from family and general concern about my well-being did make me feel incredibly loved. I’m so fortunate to meet and work with the people I do and am even more blessed to have such amazing friends and family.
In the short span of a week and half since my last post, the very thing that was dragging me down finally let go. I’m still exhaling from the enormous sigh of relief. I had been spreading myself way too thin the last 7 months and have been looking forward to this very day since I decided to start Orangerie Events.
I spent time this past weekend perusing old pictures from high school and college. In between photos of me with embarrassing hairdos and kissy faces, I came across one that I had never really stopped to look at before. It was from 2005 when my best friend and I got the brilliant idea to study abroad in London for a semester. During our Spring Break trip to Greece, we stumbled upon a random grouping of orange trees. Being the rebels we were, we thought it would be really cute to take pictures pretending like we were picking the oranges. See the evidence below. And please excuse my corduroy pants.
Flash forward 6 years and the picture takes on a whole new meaning for me. The entire concept behind the Orangerie Events branding was derived from the word orangery, which was a building found on the grounds of residences in the 17th to the 19th centuries that housed citrus trees. The orangeries weren’t used just to harvest oranges during the wintry months, but were also used to entertain guests. I believed in the name and the brand the moment my husband suggested using it.
The picture really spoke to me when I saw it on Saturday. Maybe it’s because I tend to be a deep person. I’m always the one listening to a song trying to figure out the back-story and trying to decipher why the artist chose a particular word. Or maybe it’s just because I’ve been desperately searching for a sign recently. Either way, when I look at the picture now I see a girl, giddy with independence and unassumingly reaching for her future. It’s the perfect representation of where I am at this very moment in my life, six years later and half a world away.