07/31/2026
I almost didn't book this flight.
Not because of the money, not because of the timing. Because of the guilt.
I'm not nervous about Alaska — I grew up there, and I've visited often since.
I'm nervous about leaving my loved one for a week. I'm her person for all of it.
It's not that I think she's not safe — it's smaller than that.
It's the Diet Pepsi I always bring her. Fixing her hair. Little treats from the garden. Driving her around to nowhere in particular, playing The Sound of Music because she loves it. I visit twice a week. For one week, nobody will.
So there's guilt in booking the flight — and I know this time with her is short, and I'm choosing to go anyway, because I love her, and because I can choose to still experience my life, even though it's hard.
I rely on my practices more than ever in these moments and feel comfort knowing I have them.
I don't think I'm the only woman my age holding both of those at once. If you’re holding this too, you’re not alone in this.
🤍Karin