I like deadlines. Meeting them gives me a sense of accomplishment, and even more so if the magic of creation puts something surprising into the work. I don’t like booking flights though because so often there something arises that I’d rather do.
Last Friday was no exception. Because I had a week off work, I booked a flight to visit my ailing mother. On Wednesday, my daughter returned from a six-month trip to South America. It was difficult to leave and it made me think about how we use time to measure life, and how the things that are not scheduled are often the best.