Occationally I second-guess quitting my job so I can spend some time experiencing more of what life has to offer. But then there are days of clarity, days when I pull my great-grandma Lena Sargent from her walker to dance with me. It was the first time in years she had danced. It was the first time in my life that I had made that kind of connection with a family member three generations my elder.
I danced with her on Valentine’s Day. It was a Friday evening at about 5:30. In my old life, I probably would have been taking a lunch break at that time, preparing to go photograph a high school basketball game. I wouldn’t know anybody from either team. I’ve made the right decision, I think.
