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.

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.