Weekend review

I always enjoy the weekend, the extra time with the family, sleeping in, doing little things around the house, forgetting about work for a while. This weekend was no different, breakfast with the family, cleaning out the attic, watching movies on Sunday afternoon; it was a great and relaxing weekend.

From 7 months

Sometimes I think that my life hasn't measured up to what I believe it could have been by now; that I have somehow done less than what was possible, achieved less than I could have. It is the weekends spent hanging out with those I love the most, doing nothing extraordinary, that give me a glimpse of just how much I have, how much I am blessed, that maybe the metrics by which I measure my 'success' sometimes, are not the correct metrics. I am subtly reminded that it is that which resides within us, that which can not be measured, that is the real source of 'success' and that the rest of it is really an illusion.