Six months ago, I wouldn't've told you that I had everything in life–that I was inordinately lucky. But I was.
Now, I'm not saying that I had the greatest gig in history, but I knew my job, I was good at my job, I was comfortable in my job, I like the people at my job. And I had a 21-minute commute.
Our kids weren't in daycare or afterschool programs.
Now, I think I'm feeling what most people have always felt. Run-run-running all week, then living for the weekends...and trying to catch a few blissful moments with my family whenever they arise. We're having more Family Movie Nights. And "Go Fish". And jigsaw puzzles and bike rides together (not at the same time).
And it feels good. And it feels right. And six months ago, I didn't know how lucky I could feel when my life is so much more complicated than it was.
