With so many distractions, it’s hard to get clear on what matters and what doesn’t.

To the mother at my kids’ school who’s more petty and juvenile than our kids. Grow up. I’ve had it with your cheerleader need to be the center of attention. It’s about the kids and I don’t have the time or interest in your drama.

To the client who’s passive aggressive and believes that if I am not at your beck and call, I should be verbally-whipped into submission. Go to hell. That isn’t work; it’s dysfunction.

To the expectation that I’m going to work at dawn and work after I pick up the kids and work after the baseball game ends at 10 p.m., screw that. That’s not how you build a life. It’s how you build disease.

To the person who thinks they can get away with a scam, pulling the wool over the eyes of trusting souls. Who do you think you are? What you do will come back to haunt you. That’s called karma. What a disappointment that you even thought it would work.

None of that matters.

Here’s what does:

To love deeply and well. To hold a beating heart and soft skin and a child’s smile, my child’s smile, in my arms and drink in the smell of innocence and good and love. That matters.

To look into the eyes of another and see their soul. To speak to their heart and let them speak to mine. That matters.

To see the clouds shift and change in the sky. To notice the blue of the sky behind the green of the trees and the way the treetops sway in the breeze, no matter the season. That matters.

To speak to my soul in the quiet morning. To find my God-given talents and walk that path and that path alone. That matters.

To have a few good relationships, where both people give fully of themselves without expectations or demands or games. That matters.

All of that is real. The stuff that came before it is not. I’m sick of wasting my time on what doesn’t matter and running the track that never ends to please others.

It’s over.

Let’s begin again with right leading the way.

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