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  • A few days ago, I had the worst conversation I’ve ever had with my daughter and it came after one of the best weeks of my life.

    Last week, I was at home in Portland. It was the first trip home I made after two months of living on the East Coast, working for MediaStorm. Almost from the minute my children woke until I put them to bed nine days later, I played with them, held them, read to them. I relished every single second, every joke my daughter made, my son’s every giggle. It was warm and lovely and how things are supposed to be.

    Now, I am back in New York. I called my daughter on FaceTime last night to see how she was doing. It was not the little 3-year-old who hung off my arms last week. She screamed, cried and told me to go away. She does not want me in New York. She does not like me. She won’t talk to me. It was gut-wrenching. I was close to calling this whole thing quits.

    But, I know that’s not the right thing. I am here for a reason. That reason is my family.

    I am learning a lot of things here. Certainly, I am gaining all sorts of knowledge from the good folks at MediaStorm. I knew I would learn those things. But something I did not count on is that being away gives me laser beam clarity on what is most important. In my case, that’s my family. That focus is something we often forget in our daily lives, or at least I do. It’s too easy to consume yourself with work and all the chores it takes to make it through the day. I forget the joys that are so simple, but so important.

    Being 3000 miles from my wife and children makes them ever so clear.
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