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I’m a workaholic.
I used to deny it. But I am.

I intend to carve out big chunks of time with my son and daughter.
But then I don't.

Though I am getting better.
Recently, my 15 year-old daughter had a swim meet.
We left home at 4pm.
The meet ran from 6pm – 9pm.

There was a lot of waiting.
But I got to cheer for my daughter who is new to competitive swimming.

We talked.
We hung out.
We saw this amazing cloud.

Stuart's Draft Drive w/ My Daughter

We arrived home happy and connected.
Going was the hardest thing I did all day — it is so hard to pull myself away from the comfort of work!

But now I have a day — not in my life — but in hers.

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