Figuring out what matters

Cathy and I talked by phone today. She’s in California at a reunion of our GU in Florence class. I couldn’t go this year because of a family commitment that’s important to me.

Our GU class reunites every five years and I call the experience a “community across time.” The 1975-1976 year in Florence was so intense. For many of us, it was the first time out of the country. We were “half-formed human beings” as my buddy Dan Webster says of 20something young people.

So when we meet up again, we have great talks, great laughs and it’s nourishing at a cellular, soul level.

Cathy and I both had hectic work weeks leading up to this weekend. But we decided it’s worth it to make time in your life for things like this — reunions and family events. Because in the end, that’s what matters most.

Va bene.