“You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family.” Or can you?
Yesterday was a good day. A lot of work-related stuff, including a meeting, voice-tracking my Saturday show (here comes the shameless plug: http://www.easy981.com – Listen Live — I’m on 3-7 p.m. PST Saturdays), writing Day 7 (which was 100% about my job), then my afternoon on-air shift (traffic reporting) during which I also get paperwork ready for the following week.
My reward for such a productive day was getting together with the KIFM team after work for a celebration of the 6-month anniversary of our new Easy 98.1 format.
There were at least a dozen of us there, and it truly felt like a family affair; all of us seated at a long table, enjoying pub-type food, while conversation and drinks flowed. Funny stories were exchanged — even our food server sat down with us toward the end of the night.
What started as a planned 6-8 p.m. gathering went much later, with some people leaving, then a couple more people arriving. I paced myself well, as I had to drive, but those who didn’t have to drive enjoyed various shots of whatever.
I eventually got home around 11:30 p.m. and went straight to bed.
I have two brothers, but we don’t speak. The older — my half-brother Tom — and I decided to part ways a little over a year ago. He and his wife live in Northern Oregon, and Tom and I have just never really seen eye-to-eye on much.
My younger brother Brian’s and my estrangement has been much more painful — I may go more in depth on that in another blog — as he is my only living full-blood relative; he and I have shared so much in our lives and still have a number of things in common. Brian decided he didn’t want me in his life anymore, soon after my mother died 2 years ago.
My stepdad Pete, some cousins (who I see mostly on Facebook) Chuck and his relatives, and of course my dogs, are the only family I have. The only family I have. Sounds pretty abundant, if you ask me.
I need to make a point to pay less attention to those who have abandoned me, and pay closer attention to the people in my life who not only enrich my soul, but seem to love me for who I am. It is the latter that I can truly call “My family.”