And she's been sick with the flu with 2 kids and trying to manage and she called to tell me she was feeling angry about the fact that we don't talk to each other anymore. And I agree with her.
This is mad-ness.
There are sisters making phone calls today, and I'm going to listen.
That gentle tug that's been growing for the last couple of weeks: call them.
I am done with the busylifenolife sickness. It's not that I plan to do less. I plan to do more. A lot more than I've been doing with my selfabsorbed task minded somnambulistic approach to avoiding the things that really hurt like sometimes I am alone, and sometimes I don't want to be. And that's when a sister calls. And sometimes she's alone and she doesn't want to be.
This is my sister support-slowing down-pressing in-growing up-promise.