Guest bloggers have not been a part of my blog history—until today. I would like to introduce my son, Andy Burger, and share his wonderful blog post with you. I was inspired. I’m proud of who he has become as a son, a father and a writer. Enjoy!
What she said to me was a gut punch, but a well-needed one.
I have struggled lately.
Not especially more than anyone else, but, you know, things haven’t been easy this year.
I spend most days in a home office that was a walk-in closet. It has no air conditioning. I can touch walls on either side of me while sitting in my desk chair. The shelves are stocked to the ceiling with books, games, toys, and miscellaneous items that peer over me with suffocating consistency. Thankfully, THANKFULLY, the room has a window and I get some natural light. This is my environment most days from 7 am to 5 pm.
I operate in the “office” while trying to manage a team who now works completely remotely. I try to maintain relationships with clients, many of whom have made similar sacrifices and are equally as confined and growing ever more perturbed. I am navigating a world where demands are increasing, fees are decreasing, and no one’s routine seems settled.
These challenges have a way of wearing someone down.
Six months ago, at the beginning of the pandemic, I thought I could handle what was to come. Granted, I didn’t think we would endure this for so long. Oh, how naive. But I felt like I was going to be the strong one, the rock, for all to turn to when things got really hard.
Turns out, it was my 5-year old daughter who unwittingly gave me much needed support.