My heart beats a little quicker this week. There’s crisis in the air. There are problems to solve. And my instinct is to take care of the people I love.
We all react to a crisis in different ways. Mine is to want to take charge and create safety and stability for a family. So much of that sounds ridiculous in rational terms, but it’s who I am at the core.
I don’t have a family. I don‘t have anybody to take care of — except for my dog Lucy and my cats Merlin, Thomas and Molly. On top of that, I‘m in a period of transition. There’s nobody who loves me. There’s nobody who’s counting on me. Nobody needs me.
But I ache for someone to count on me. I long for a wife and children who look to me to help guide us through what could be difficult economic days ahead.
And I find myself saying once more, “Let me take care of you.”

If ‘bigots’ can lose their rights, will your rights be next to go?
HUMOR: The senator chooses between heaven and hell
I often need this warning label: ‘Does not play well with others’
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Major parties compete to see who can tell the biggest lie about jobs
Jobs are created from ‘selfish’ acts; they don’t just exist on their own
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
Certainty leaves us unwilling to change beliefs when we’re wrong