My life has been…well…interesting so far.
I’ve experienced being a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend, a colleague…and each of those roles has been the making of me…and the breaking of me.
I’ve been hurt. Badly. So badly that I never want to see anyone else hurt. Sometimes I go too far trying to accept, encourage, and protect others.
I’ve become educated, and made money. And I’ve given money away without a thought. Because there are more important things than status and fortune.
I have, at times, set myself on fire to keep others warm. But now it’s rare. I’ve loved deeply, and been betrayed. The pain is still like the sharp twist of a knife in my heart.
Creativity has come easily to me. So has boredom. Therefore, I’ve had several careers. And I’ve found work that fulfils me. That’s a blessing I’ll never take for granted.
I’ve had incredible friends in my life who’ve been like family. The kind I can trust to tell me the real truth - even when it isn’t easy - and who stay to help me through the pain. I want more of them. I want to be that friend to others.
I’ve had 15 minutes of fame and years of obscurity. I’m more comfortable with the latter.
I’ve travelled. I’ve seen wonders and horrors. And I’ve returned home with a deeper capacity for empathy...as well as a disillusioned soul. I’m working on reviving.
I’ve been courageous and I’ve been cowardly. Sometimes, I’ve found it difficult to distinguish between being smart and being afraid.
I’ve lost people along the way. It hurt like hell. I’ll never get over the heartache. But I’ll cherish the memories.
Many have walked in and out of my life. I remember each of them with appreciation - even the ones who broke my heart. I regret nothing.
This is my life. And I cherish it.
Every moment counts.
