Same Conversation

The other night Phil and I were talking—okay I was talking and he was listening. Yet he didn’t seem to be taking what I was saying quite seriously.

“I love my job. I really like it. But right now I don’t have the time I want outside of my job to do the things I want to do. I want the kids to be happy. Are they unhappy because I am working or because we moved? Or both? Would me not working make their lives magically better. Probably not. But maybe. I love my job. I really like it.”

Phil was nodding—and not saying much.

“You don’t seem to appreciate the gravity of my situation.”

“I do. It’s just we’re having the same conversation all the time.”

And we have been. For years we’ve been working through the same issues that I think we will continue to struggle with for a long time. And that’s okay. It’s an important conversation to continue. And there’s nothing wrong with repetition.