After a recent much needed 24 hours to myself in SF I came to realize that nothing in this world means more to me than my family. This is something new for me, and yet I feel as my friend Amanda put it that "I wear motherhood well". As I uncomfortably bounced in the corner of the club last night I found that I had to constantly redirect my mind from my baby to the music. It was exhausting trying to shut out the thoughts of my loved ones tucked in safe and warm whilst I tried to relive a part of me that has retired. Perspective is always good, I got that last night.