Yesterday, as I was writing about my habit of always putting others first, I had to quit because my daughter needed to go to urgent care. There is no question that it was the right thing to do, but really? Is it coincidence? Irony? One more opportunity to learn?

After we got home, I realized that I needed a personal intervention. I went out of town and sat in the woods. I just stared at the sky, watched the birds, listened to melted ice sheets (from our recent storm) crashing to the ground off the trees. For several hours. Great medicine. I’m back on track as a reasonable human being.