The Path to Discovery

The light dimmed slowly as I woke from my sleep. I could see the stirring of another person waking from their slumber. Who thought that living alone could make it so hard when guests slept the night? Having your own inconsistencies and living the life you want is not so bad. Slumber is a part of my life that I love. I love waking to my own tune and feeling like I can walk naked around the room while laughing and dancing to my own reflection. When the time comes to wake and slowly walk out of the room, that was a part of the day that I wanted to do all over again.  Was I being greedy for wanting to hop back into bed with that magazine I had been wanting to read all week? I wanted my own time but knowing when to tread the line and welcome my guest into my abode takes compassion, sensitivity and a welcoming of hospitality. This is a reflection of my past but dreaming of living alone can be a wonderous sigh of relief for me when I need that space in the mornings. We ar...

The sound came pouring out of me as I held on for dear life.  The screams could be heard all around as I tried to let go of the fear. The rollercoaster was taking me up and down the windy tracks and I was terrified. I was hoping I could make the ride without throwing up. I laugh now but at the time I was sitting next to my sons’ friend and I had blood coming from my cold sore. I held on and tried to not make a spectacle of myself. That was my calling card, not wanting people to hear me. Being worried about how I would be judged. So, what if I got off a ride looking like a spectacle. Would people remember me after that day? No, they would keep going on with their own days and not really remember the demented woman clinging onto a child for safety.  I look at the old me, I look at how far I have come. I see my reflection sometimes and know this was meant to be. I had jobs at the time I thought were not meant to be part of who I was, I now realize it helped me with lif...