Two worlds merge.

The line I used to draw (carve) between work and home, that clearly dissected my three-mile commute at precisely the 1.5-mile mark, has been erased. As if all along it was just a line drawn in sand and a gust of wind blew it away.

Recently, work has demanded more of me, stealing home time that I deemed so sacred. I was angry that I had lost my battle. But I wonder, what's more important - falling asleep at night with peace of mind that I've gotten it ALL done? Or swimming up stream to make sure the protective bubble I have created around my home doesn't burst?

I adore Michelle Slatalla, of the New York Times. She writes the column Wife/Mother/Worker/Spy, and one of many things she has taught me is that the merging of these two worlds is okay. Emphasizing the need for working moms to be flexible. Learn to make effective game-time decisions regarding your children and work and never look back. Be confident, trust your judgment, your gut, but drop the guilt.

I have finally allowed these worlds to merge. Who knows, maybe they can become friendly neighbors.

I feel better already.

We'll see how it goes.