what matters
10 Nov 2008
It has been nearly five months since I came home from a day’s work and never went back. I still find it difficult to express the changes to my way of thinking about work and home. It isn’t that I don’t WANT to work, because I do. For the obvious financial reasons and for my own sense of self, it suits me to be out there doing SOMETHING. At the same time, I have come to appreciate, after all these years, what it means to be the embodiement of HOME, even for a family as frequently frazzled and fractured as our own. I am not saying that I do this well, though I like to believe that I have become better at it in these last five months. I only mean to say that I have come to appreciate why doing it well matters.