I returned from vacation early last week and promptly went to visit my 91-year-old mother.
She wondered aloud why I wasn’t with my boyfriend on Valentine’s Day. That answer was easy: we had just spent a vacation together, and mom needed to be taken to a doctor’s appointment on Valentine’s Day.
So, albeit a little late to the Valentine’s party, I’ve been thinking of different kinds of love. Familial love. Neighborly love — like the 81-year-old who lives across the hall from mom, and who is my go-to person when mom doesn’t answer the phone.
Friends! Ah, friends.
As a friend of mine said recently, there’s friends that you’ll take a bullet for.
So, bullets aside, I’m wondering, who — and what — do you love?
I love the clients I’ve had for years, and anticipating future ones.
I love the graphic designers and editors and other subcontractors who allow me to have the work life and personal life that I do.
I love the hotel in East Village where I stay when I visit my younger son.
I love the professional association that’s given me so much insight and knowledge — and leadership experience (National Speakers’ Association, in case you’re wondering).
I love the dog who’s been my trusty sidekick for 8 years (pic below). I love the neighbor in my new neighborhood who walked him and took him to give me a break when my back was hurt (another pic). And the regular badminton partner this week – who didn’t mind that we weren’t playing hard competitive games while my back recovers…just batting the birdie back and forth for 20 minutes or so.
There’s a lot of love. And I’ve learned, the more I express my gratitude for it, the more I can see in the future.
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