For the love of the game. It’s easy to get caught up in what I’m doing and how much value I add to the world. I keep forgetting that life isn’t all about me. I want to say something meaningful. I want to be profound. I want authors to quote me in the opening to the chapters of their books. Thus says C. Marie Christie: “for death of life I won’t complain, but life in death is agony.” This quote comes to mind quite frequently for me these days. More than I want to help and to be of service to others, I want to enjoy my life. I want to spend my time doing the things that I love to do, and I enjoy writing. I enjoy singing and dancing and playing cards with my kids. I don’t understand why it’s so dang difficult to incorporate more of those things into my life. I can turn on some music, but I’m too tired. I can play games, but I don’t have the time. I can keep making excuses or I make my life into a life that I actually want to live instead of a life from which I keep trying to escape.