This is my brother and me. At a bar. Drinking a bourbon drink.
Lately I’ve been doing nothing but pushing. Pushing to do the best at work. Pushing to eat better. Pushing to run faster. Pushing pushing pushing.
So, tonight, when my big brother said we should just hang out at a bar and sit for a while, it felt good. We had bourbon. We laughed. We got ice cream on the way home and sat on the porch.
This weekend has been a good reminder. Don’t push so hard that you miss the ice cream.