this morning, i left out the door to go on a personal trip, crying my eyes out.
i'm taking my teens from the UK to Los Angeles, and I don't know how long I’ll be there. two months? four? idk.
but my son and daughter need me to help them get settled. one is moving into a new boarding school, and another in her first apartment.
leaving the younger ones, ages 4-12, was hard. especially with the youngest crying "daddy don't leave, daddy don't leave, daddy don’t leave..." (if i was telling this to you live, here is where i‘d mime stabbing myself in the heart)
they're too young to understand why i need to leave for so long, and that i don't know when i'm coming back. it feels like getting stabbed in the heart, even though i know i need to do this.
but on another level, i am grateful for that sadness...
because it'd be worse if they and i didn't care.
just another paradox i feel in that daily dose of confusion... "happy sadness."
whether you're a ceo or a parent, this is your life. tough choices that need to be made.
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deeply personal, thanks for sharing Aaron