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Today was one of those 18 hour-days, bailing out of my house before dawn to finish a document, skipping my gym work-out and leaving my running buddies hang-out to dry. I am in the dog-house to say the least. While the rest of the world was getting ready for a holiday, I managed to meet my obligations, drop my kids at school, organize the work load and go to Cal Poly to teach with Marco and meet a dear friend for dinner. In the meantime, coordinating my staff's work and contacting everyone who needed to hear from me. Finally, while driving home I realized that the problem I need to solve is to find a way to transport my molecules to multiple places.

Coming home exhausted and quietly, I found my daughter Sofia awake, waiting for me, hoping that I still had some energy to read to her so she could go to sleep. Little did I know, that in days like this, I wish I was more kicked back and not be so driven to live life so intensely so I could stop and just be at one place at a time. But, as I have been going solo, I have found that I am coming into who I was meant to be, someone who can stand on her own two feet, and fight my own battles in this merciless world of architecture. I hope my children will understand that all I tried was to trace a road map so they can find their own voice with a fierce determination, optimism and grace, because at the end of the day, it is all that sustains us, and that is enough.

Tomorrow... well, it will be another day. I will hit the trails with all I have and continue on my journey with all I got.