Alternating Weekends. My time spent. Without kids. Alone, silent, healing. I do what is needed to be done. Sleep. Rest. Cry. Be. I am so grateful for what I have. So lucky to have intense love and time spent with them. And then quiet solitude to heal and mend. I never had quiet. My life…
You’re engaged when you tell your stories. Touch my arm, my side, my hip. Striving to make the connection. But your eye wanders. I watch you watch the pretties as they walk by. Your eyes follow them. As if they are more important. And my walls go up. When I tell stories you don’t hold…
As the years passed I thought I was living the life of my dreams: raising my beautiful children, running my business, living my life. But reflection is amazing, isn’t it? With years behind me and wisdom gained I now look back over the span of these years and realize that little by little, year by…
It has always been about the ever after. The prince of my dreams. I didn’t have it the first time. And I have been seeking the one that has it all. That can take care of me. Fulfill my dreams. Define my future. In all these years of learning and growing. I may have just…
Self is inward. It is private. Self is your deepest dreams and greatest aspirations. It is your assets, vulnerabilities, body, mind, and spirit. It’s your truth; what you want, who you are and who you want to be. I don’t think I ever thought about self as its own entity. I’ve thought about self-confidence, the times in my life…