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Sometime while picking up garbage this month during the Teeme Ära campaign, I came to the realization that I have been worrying and working too much.

You instinctively know that your children are the most important people in your life. Of all the people you must be there for, they are the ones most ravenous for your attention.

But the thing is that they don't always want you hovering around. They prefer that you be something closer to a flight attendant. They push a button, and you show up to push them on the swing.

This balancing act could be more organic if I wasn't sweating out articles and school papers and saying yes to everybody but myself and them. Epp and I frequently find ourselves in the odd position of having too much work to do. Offers continuously spring up. And you think that if you don't catch the fish while they are in season, when the season changes, the rivers will be empty.

But this high strung existence of working and parenting and sometimes eating and not exercising enough or just chilling enough is not the right way. Like should be peaceful. Life should be enjoyed. There is no need to scarf it all down. Better to chew on it for awhile. That's what I think anyway.