...is upon us again. Wow, where did the year go. It seems like just yesterday I was watching the fireworks over Paris on the television and ushering in the new millenium (well, not really, but don't be such a detail freak). It'll be nine years ago in a little over a month. Yikes. Have I been the change I want to see in my world?
I'm home this weekend. It wasn't planned, but it is appreciated. I love seeing my extended family, but for some reason, I've felt more strain than normal these last few months. Trying to balance work and family, the have-tos and the want-tos, and the rest of the dross of life takes more of a toll on me than it used to. Unplanned time to be home is a true luxury now.
The reason we're home is not a good one, though. Laura caughed one to many times on Friday morning and has fractured a rib. It's very painful - and she has a HIGH tolerance for pain (insert tasteless husband-bashing one-liner here...). She seems to be recovering, but it could be 6 weeks or more before she's back on top of things.
It's especially hard on her. She loves Thanksgiving and Black Friday and the annual lunch at the local greasy spoon. To not be able to go Friday was almost as painful as the fracture. She's a trooper, though. If she can get some sleep over the next three days, she'll feel much more like herself.
That leaves the rest of the tasks for me. I like them, frankly. I lived alone for 35 years - dishes and cooking and laundry are not foreign to me. They aren't a grind, yet. With my daughter at my side, we tackle the tasks with gusto (she'll undo what I do almost as fast as I do it). It's great bonding time.
Well, break's over. My hope is that somewhere in the business you find a few moments to reflect on the season. May the memories of Christmases past and the hope of the future cause you to stop, catch your breath and become the change you want to see in your world.
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