What is the lesson?

It feels as if I'm supposed to be learning something, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is. Patience? Compassion? Kindness? When I'm rested, when I give myself margin, when I set boundaries, I have all three. But lately, I feel dried up and sort of desperate.

I have little patience for other people's drama. I've got too much of my own to contend with. For the moment, my compassion is for myself, to find a little place where I am away from the phone, from demands, from needs, from never-ending problems.

Yes, I will miss her. My friend Ted once told me that what I'll miss most is her needing me.