I’m going on the road again in the morning with my computer and a daughter - plus a son-in-law, two granddaughters, and R. We’re headed for a week on Sanibel Island to collect seashells. (And yes, I’m trying to find my copy of Gift From The Sea.)
As always before a trip I start to panic about deadlines, upcoming classes and workshops, getting organized, and should I really do this? How on earth can I leave Nelson (who, I’m happy to report, has his own extended family now who love taking care of him.) I’m always juggling. Then I do a priority list in my head and family always wins. Life is so busy – how do we find time to write and earn a living and get our clothes to the dry cleaners and gas in the car, etc. etc., and then have - I hate to use the word 'quality' it's such a cliche - but lots of time with family? We all do a version of this juggling. And by family I don’t just mean Mom, Dad, kids, grandkids, and apple pie. I mean any connected group of people, or a couple, who love and support one another. We’re nothing without our relationships.
Check this out. It is wonderful and true and funny and serious: