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The Antidote

Guess what? No dreams of clients or projects. Wow! Maybe it’s because I left everything I had at my desk after working late last night to catch up on things like writing proposals and doing invoices. Thank gawd for Megs and all the help she recently provided to get my business caught up. No way I could do it all without her energy and assistance. Thanks baby. You da best.

If any of you dear readers run your own business you know what I’m talking about when I say it’s pretty much a 24/7 deal. I’m not bitching mind you, it’s just a ton of responsibility to have seven people I’m feeding while figuring out the best way to destroy someone’s house, put it back together nicely and for the amount of money I said it would cost. All while trying to line up more of the same. The trade offs make it worthwhile (don’t they?) yet my mind is pretty much thinking about my business most of the time. However just so you don’t think I need a really long vacation or jolt of 50,000 volts I do find ways to experience other things besides work.

Like seeing my youngest son Bodhi occasionally during my day (big trade off #1 – my office is next to our house and all of my work is very close by – I’m usually home for lunch). Or spending time with him during our nightly bath ritual. In those moments I connect to his world. And what a world he is becoming! Now that he is walking, almost running, the ante is upped. He’s learning words and is not afraid to repeat them all day long. Everything is new to Bodhi. Everything. And when I get an opportunity to connect with him even briefly it takes me back to the moment – currently fresh and alive and precious…

My other son Nick is coming home tomorrow from his year away in Italy. I can't wait to see him. He hasn’t seen his little brother in over six months, which is like dog years when you’re talking about a baby. I'm excited to see the two of them interact and play. Nick is so great with kids and maybe he can share some of his beautiful wisdom and grace with his little bro. Or maybe he’ll just chase him around like the rest of us do.

I plan to play this coming holiday weekend. Play and relax and hang with my boyz. What could be better than that?

To me that’s the antidote to all this very serious work stuff.

Take a moment. That’s the remedy. One fine moment after another.

J

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