Ah, Friday. We're back to spend time together again.
I'm home from my crazy travels, and happy to be here (my antipathy towards Vegas is well-known). Plus, the above photo shows Tucker's joy about my return last night- it's nice that we shared that enthusiasm.
Today I am trusting that I'll get my impending tasks that are due in the next 5 days finished, in spite of being back on clinical service. Yep, still behind on deadlines. Someday, I will be caught up. Stop laughing.
Today I am grateful for how supported, how shored-up I have felt recently while I'm wrestling with things. Asking for help, for ideas is something I'm not always good at, but I'm learning it can be valuable.
Today I am inspired by a life lived bravely and beautifully. One of my classmates from Middle School in Oklahoma died yesterday in Syria- surprisingly, from an asthma attack, not from an act of violence. Anthony was 43, and he was arguably the premier journalist in the Middle East. If you're not familiar with him or his work, his obituary in the New York Times is a good introduction and gives you some links to dig deeper into his work. What I most love in his writing is that it is always about the people and their stories; his empathy for the people he wrote about was nothing short of remarkable. I'll miss those stories with his bylines, and I'll miss hearing him on so many of the NPR programs. I consider his death a humbling reminder to live every day in pursuit of your passion.
Now listening: Pat Green "Footsteps of our Fathers"
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