I am a woman, mother, wife, reader, writer, lover.
I want more hours in the day to do all that I want to do.
I wish for peace of mind and financial security.
I hate feeling like my life is in limbo.
I miss my distant friends and my family.
I fear mediocrity.
I hear bumping beats on my stereo to get me through my day.
I wonder when things will start to make sense again.
I regret the ice cream that I had after dinner last night. Guilt guilt guilt.
I am not ready to settle.
I dance with my baby in my arms.
I sing loudly and badly, but Ana doesn’t mind if I’m off-key.
I cry more frequently than I like to admit.
I am not always sunshine and roses.
I make with my hands scrapbooks when I find the time.
I write to calm my mind, to stay sane.
I confuse affect and effect.
I need a break.
I should relax and try not to be such a stress-case all of the time.
I start many projects that I never wind up finishing. (See above re: scrapbooking.)
I finish every book that I start to read – even if it’s very very bad.
I love fiercely and without reservation.