Throwback
June 2017. One year ago. I decided to take some time off work and go home for my mom's birthday, Father's Day, then take off again for a cousin trip to Toronto, then swing to Boston to see a good friend. I remember thinking that, taking this time off was kinda a big deal. I used to be such a workaholic (still can be), and I thought PTO had to be used for a big deal: a big vacation, getting really really sick, etc. The thought of taking time off "just because" or "because I want to spend time with loved ones" was mind boggling, but here I was actually doing it? I don't regret it, and it shaped this chapter, and probably the rest of my life.