Something has to give.

I got asked today about Burningman and my decision not to go.

Did I make it lightly.

No.

Do I really want to go.

Yes.

Is there something else in my life more important.

Definitely.

Part of growing up, part of having a family is realizing that it's not just me anymore.

there are two other people in my house that love me and I love them. We are this little unit and I don't really want to do stuff without them. I don't get to see them enough as is.

Will I ever go to Burningman, probably.

But I now have new goals and dreams, and maybe letting go of what I was is a big part of becoming something new and better.

Or maybe I got old.

Who knows.