Last week, my father left me a voicemail message regarding Paul’s and my plans to meet them for a bit of camping as they traveled through southern Colorado. Due to the dissertation, I’d already delayed our planned meet-up by a day. In his message, he said that if I decided that I needed to take another day (or longer) that I should do that. It would be fine with them. Then he said, very emphatically, “you need to do what’s good for you, not what’s good for us.”
When I say that I wasn’t raised in an altruistic family, I mean it. My parents are awesome.