On Being True to Yourself...Even If That Means Being Different

I haven't blogged as much the last couple of weeks. I've been busy with clients, moving preparations, and all the little incidentals that just seem to get in the way. Plus, I've been thinking. A lot. About life, the universe, and everything.

My original, planned moving day was June 1st. Through some odd and extraordinary circumstances, it's been moved up to May 10th. I am both thrilled and terrified that I'll be leaving Florida in 48 more days, headed to Washington State with a stop-off in Arizona to drop off my parents at their new home. 

Before I go, I'm working on finishing up some things that some people don't really 'get.' (Tattoos, for example. Lunch with not one but two ex-husbands and an ex-fiance, because they're good people and I still care about them.)

There are a few places I want to visit around here one last time, if only briefly. The beach. The butterfly house. A couple of stores and restaurants I really like. Just the basics. Just to say goodbye.

So, what's the point of this? The point is that I know a lot of people would think those things are silly, or pointless. They're a waste of time that I could spend working to make money to put a down payment on a home. Technically, that's true to a point. I could be spending that time working.

But I could also be spending it on things that are far, far more valuable than any money I could ever make - like going to the store with my mom, who I won't see much after mid-May or so. Like spending time showing my dad how to work his first ever cell phone, so we can keep in touch when we're far apart.

I have another 48 days plus travel time (five days or so) to spend with the two people on this planet who raised me, took care of me, and taught me to focus on the things that matter to me. After that, who knows? They're both healthy, but they're both in their 70s. None of us like to travel much. Will I see them again, this side of Heaven? I sure hope so, but nothing is guaranteed.

I'll have the rest of my life to make more money. I can worry about that in June, when my daughter and I sit alone in a motel room, trying to decide which house we might want to buy. There will be plenty of time for work, then. Now is time for family, and I'm going to make the most of it.