Since arriving in Birmingham on June 27, I’ve been adjusting to my new city, state, and job—even a new time zone. And while it’s all been exciting to say the least, the experience has also been pretty stressful. Each day at the office brings a new set of challenges: questions I can’t yet answer, numbers I don’t yet understand, and a building whose nooks and crannies I don’t yet know. And to top it all off, I’ve been living alone in a two-bedroom apartment whose furnishings comprise exactly one king-size bed, a bean-bag chair, and a TV. As I’m sure you can imagine, I’ve been counting the days until my better half arrives here—five more to go!—and we can finally start to make this place a home. (Thankfully, I’ve had our two cats here to keep me company. Otherwise, I’d have gone nuts by now.)
In the mean time, I’ve treated myself to the print above, called “Salt Water Cure,” by photographer Tina Crespo. I’d been wanting it for quite some time and finally decided to buy it because of the new meaning its quote, by Isak Dinesen, has taken on for me: “The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears, or the sea.” Over the last few weeks, I’ve found solace in sweat sessions at the gym, relief in shedding a tear or two, and escape in daydreaming about some of my favorite spots by the sea. I can’t wait to hang it on the wall in my office, a constant reminder that, for whatever’s troubling me, a cure’s not far away.
What’s your cure-all for tough times?