The last time I posted, I was pretty bummed out about losing my job. To say I was angry is to put it mildly. I was pissed. But now, I thank God for that kick in the butt. Losing that job was the kick that I needed to start living.
Looking back, I haven't really been living, for a while. I'd just exsist between crisis. What bills need to be paid, what kid needed attention, what dilemma needed my immediate attention? There was no time for breathing, much lest actively feeding my creative soul.
My daughter turned 17 today. I look at her and wonder where the years have gone. In less then a minute, she'll be running off to college to start another chapter of her life. I'm glad that I will be around to share more of this last year at home with her. I hope to model balanced womanhood. I hope her ending childhood is a door to a marvelous adulthood. I hope she never forgets to feed her creative self or let life get in the way of being happy.