I have a family reunion coming up this weekend.

I have mixed feelings about it, and I'm trying to hope for the best, and keep my expectations low. I have family in the same state where I am that I don't see very often, and others coming from out east that I see even less. I'm not especially close to them nor have tons in common, but I make the effort to find things to talk about, and compare, and laugh and smile.

But sometimes there is so much drama that some bring to the table. It's hard to escape that sometimes, even if I don't stand next to those people.

Most of me doesn't want to go. Part of me knows it's the right thing to do, and all of me is going. At least for a while.