Life as a mother can become very tedious when your day becomes a list of repetitive requirements. It becomes hard to even count days because they start to blur into the next, always the same and when I become buried in in these lists I feel that I am no longer me. Instead, I am a compilation of all the things that need to be done. Yet, words, beautiful words give voice to my thoughts and emotions making me more than just the pieces
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Friday, January 2, 2015
there was so much I wanted to be and do and ironically the things I have become weren't necessarily items on my list to become. I have the opportunity to marry right now and I could have the house, someone to provide for me and the children, someon who loves me, but I hesitate as I still feel like there is something missing. How does one find what is missing? Therefore, I feel lost a lot. As if I am perpetuating my own limbo.
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