I tried to do it all, to be super mom, super wife, super writer. I was terrible at it. Something always had to be sacrificed. I wished for extended family, for a house full of friends sharing the load. But that's not the way the world works, I was told. I didn't open my marriage to create a village, but it has certainly been a lucky side benefit. Career And Family: Can We Really Have Both?
I forget that my focus should not be running a life, but living a life. I forget that the point of life is not the job or the money or the being number one.
Life, in terms of what I want for my own life anyway, is about love. I want time to love my daughter, to watch her grow. I want time to love writing, to work at the craft that feeds my heart and my soul and my mind. I want time to love my husband, to forget about the chores and remember who he is as a person and why I fell in love with him in the first place. I want time to love my girlfriend, I want to hear her stories, rest in her arms, love her without distraction.
I forget that there is no prize at the end, no reward for having the most things. The most love I can have—that is prize I want. Polyamory: What If You Keep Falling In Love?
This economy sucks. But I am grateful that it has improved my memory.