Here I am at the end of a five day spring break wondering where the time went. I didn't do anything except read, eat and sleep---not necessarily in that order! I know I'm going to be sorry that I didn't make it to the city to go to my church for Easter. The only other time I did that I felt the loss of that time for the entire year until I was able to go again. And yet, knowing that, I did it again. Here's the thing--I'm tired of inviting myself up there. It would have been nice if my children or siblings would have asked if I had any plans and would I have wanted to join them for the weekend. Make no mistake--none of them have ever not made me feel wanted when I do go up but I have to make the first overture. What does this say about how I raised them--or, what does it say about me that it bothers me so much!
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