Breathe...

It's been a week. I've been walking on egg shells at work, afraid that if I stepped one toe out of line, my boss' wrath would rain down on me. Again.

I was saddled with an impossible assignment. I knew going in there was no law to answer his question. I also knew that answer wouldn't be good enough. I've spent over 30 hours trying to locate something that doesn't exist. I've read cases from across the country, law journal articles from little dinky law schools in the middle of nowhere. And the answer to the question is...there is no answer.

So I trudged down to the corner office with my six page memo, ready to have my head handed to me because I couldn't make the law be something it wasn't. He peppered me with questions about my research. I fired back answers.

He smiled.

I may not have found the answer, but I satisfied him with the depth and thoroughness of my research. I left his office feeling exhausted, but like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I hadn't been joking when I left the house telling hubby "wish me luck. I hope I still have a job at the end of the day."

I left the office early, hitting the gym and finding myself more energized than I've felt in weeks. My face lit up as much as Andrew's when I picked him up tonight. For the first time in a long time, I left the office at the office and could devote my full and undivided attention to my family.

The line between personal and professional is so thin and so blurred these days. But as I look down at the little guy snoring away in my arms, I'm happy. At peace. And I breathe easy knowing these are the moments that truly matter.