03/25/2024
When my sister was in hospice, I tried to manipulate time.
I met with the powers that be at my job to create a schedule where I would work 10 hours a day instead of 8 to condense my work week and get consecutive days with her instead of hours.
Even though I had a laptop and could work from anywhere, that wasn’t an option.
The first week of my new schedule, my sister’s husband called me and told me it was time. At this point, her cancer made its tour, going from breast to lung, to brain, to spinal cord fluid.
Her body was clocking out.
I got up from my desk and, as my voice shook, told the office I was leaving.
It was time.
My brother-in-law and boss deliberately slowed down their speech to articulate that I had to take my time making the three-hour drive to get to her.
I understood that no matter how slow or fast I went, there would never be enough time when my sister was dying at forty-two.
And I knew no job was ever going to take precedence over my humanity, ever.
Because I am a human first before anything.
My work now requires my humanness to be front and center. I help my clients prioritize their finite time and spend it confidently in places they choose.
And I’m having the time of my life doing it.
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