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I’m 40 and I’m finally understanding what really matters. I’ve known it all along, but sometimes stuff gets in the way. A blog I wrote to post here today went missing. For two hours rewriting that lost blog mattered more until my boys started falling apart at the seams. That’s really the only clue I need to give up. These boys need me today. And I need them to know they matter. And so I give this up because they matter more. They matter more than any string of words I could craft to communicate where I am in the journey with the hope to lead you there too. Today I choose differently. Today I choose them.

Choose well today. Choose what matters most.