An hour

Last night I went to my sister's to have dinner with family.

I had the opportunity to be involved in a truly, adult conversation with both my father and my sister's father-in-law.  It was refreshing.  We discussed current events, history, finances, politics, etc.

Later, my dad and I had the opportunity to talk privately about other things.  I finally admitted to myself, through him, that I am tired.  When I think back, I realize that I have been doing what I do for over 29 years.  That's a lot of adrenalin, care, and compassion...

I often joke about how I should write a book!  Unfortunately, as I told my dad last night, I would need to filter a lot.  There are just somethings one can not say/tell/describe...

So as I left to go home, I found myself taking a different route.  I stayed on the streets, avoided the freeways.  What could have been a 30 minute ride, lasted about an hour.

Therapy.

In a strange way, it was a metaphor.  Slow it down, take some time.  A lesson not only learned, it was experienced!