I squinted down the dark tarmac, desperate to see someone moving toward me. The heavy air filled my lungs, my clothes, and my hair with soggy heat.
No one was coming.
By the end of our normal work days, we're both tired, hungry, and aching to avoid chores. So, while we're encouraging each other, supporting our careers and chasing our next opportunities, who is balancing the household? What happens to the tasks we have to lean out of in order to lean in?
Is it possible to lean in two directions?
Among my sisters, in particular, I am a square. I'm constantly doing things like "the dishes" and "saving for retirement" and other, incredibly boring tasks. Neatness has never been a struggle for me. I could happily spend a weekend cleaning and reorganizing every closet in the house. But, my sisters are something entirely different. Like a fabulous disarray of passion and anguish, their closets explode.