My life can feel a little schizophrenic at the moment. Vast differences between solitary days, filled only with work, time with the boy and telephone conversations with faraway friends. Followed by intense periods of travel, thousands of steps, a million conversations, ridiculous hours and endless social engagement. It’s good, if strange, to have the opportunity to attempt to balance both. My work has slowly brought my business-self back to life. Reinstalled my confidence. Communicating, pitching, unfolding a vision of what a project or product can be. I get to do so with a boss whose desire for gastronomical adventures surpasses even my own. It’s a privilege. Perhaps, it’s the only way to sustainably balance this sort of thing. Periods of expansive calm, interspersed with bursts of intensive, outrageous living.