I am gearing up for our Self Advocacy Conference on Saturday, April 4th. This is a very busy time for me -- getting everything ready and this year I am missing my assistant. And there are so many events in Boston to commemorate some of the great work we've all been doing -- feel like I should just get a commuter pass.
I love what I do. I love feeling like what I do is important in the lives of others. But I am tired and into my pre-conference crankies.
Folks in my office know to stay away from me this time of year. That's a good thing.
And the death of Natasha Richardson really threw me last night. It was an oh, so not subtle reminder of the fragility of life and a reminder to take time to value and appreciate all we have. Especially the ones we love. Just wish I had the time.
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