It’s not enough. It’s never enough time with our loved ones. Never.

I live a life of details, and sometimes I feel burdened by them. Sometimes I resent them. But my life of details is of my own choosing, and occasionally I need to be reminded of this.

I choose this life. I choose to have the people I do in my field of gravity, and I choose to let myself be in theirs. We affect each other, swapping details, sometimes forgetting the larger picture.

I choose this life. And I am so grateful for it.