Inner Piece

Life is... ongoing. Which is good. It is frustrating right now and full of wondering instead of the childlike wonder it used to hold. I seemed to have lost the old me who skipped down halls and sung to the moon every evening while swimming lazy laps in the pool. The jeans and dresses got traded for sensible work pants and by sensible I mean boring. I miss the person I used to be who was confident and fun and fearless. When did I become so fearful? I don't want to be fearful. Life is a balancing act at the moment when I want to be carefree on the trapeze bars. Can I find the whisper of who I used to be. I want to. I miss that girl. She was so strong and fiercely sure of her future. She loved easily and wasn't afraid to be herself. She is hiding deep inside, but I am tired of hiding. No more hiding.

27 Pearls

Where did the time go? How did 27 years of my life happen so quickly? I thought by 27 I would be settled, on my way to PTA meetings and shopping for matching shoes and slacks. I thought I would be a stay at home mom with a cute business on the side. How did life become another period of starting over? Simple. Life happens. It is unpredictable and messy and unapologetic. It is also beautiful and precious and fleeting. So grab it and hold it close. Hold the business loosely and the babies tightly. Don't let the passion in your heart die or the light in your eyes dim. Don't forget to see people and not just look at them. Listen to the stories the older generation have to tell because one day you will wish for your own story to be remembered. It is okay for life to be hard and uncomfortable and testy. It keeps the fiery spark in us all burning fiercely.