I’d tell you that I’m going on my second week without coffee and ask if I might have some tea.
I’d tell you that I have never worked harder for anyone than I’ve worked for myself, and I love it. I dearly hope I can make a living out of it. The thought of having to give it up is unbearable.
I’d tell you that my children are growing too fast. I’ve tried to be mindful of how quickly childhood flies, to make the best of our time. It’s still not enough. That would remind me that my son was recently identified as a possible candidate for the Merit Scholarship. Of his own initiative he is taking an after school class to prepare him for his tests, and I couldn’t possibly be prouder of him.
I’d tell you that these days I keep my focus here: on home and family. I know what’s happening in the world, but I find the best I can do is make this corner of it peaceful and good.
I’d tell you how wonderful you are, and I’d laugh at you if you tried to convince me otherwise.